To be honest, Mo Xiangyan’s silence was not completely pretended. Although the atmosphere at home these days had relieved a lot, it still made Mo Xiangyan breathless.

Mo Xiangyan couldn’t help thinking of the scene in the hospital. The anger of grandma, the haggardness of dad, and of course, the fatigue of Aunt Yan.

Mo Xiangyan remembered them all. He didn’t know the truth, but he had his own guess.

Before, all the adults loved him. Mo ...