Mo Xuemin arrived in a short period of time, dressed in plain clothes without any rouge on her face, which made her more pitiful and delicate than in her usual luxuriant garments. Before words could be spoken, she knelt in front of Mo Huawen's writing desk and cried on the ground, her sleeves covering her face.

Mo Xuemin cried painfully and aggrievedly, which seemed very innocent.

"Father, I, I... really don't know what happened. I just wanted to go to the market ...