Mo Junhao’s heart beat fast, with all kinds of thoughts flashing in his brain.

He had thousands of excuses.

He could argue that it was nothing as he and Mo Xiangbin made peace soon.

He could say that it was only a spat between the father and son, and it couldn’t be the motive.

He could even explain that even if he had the motive, so what? He didn’t have a chance to kill Mo Xiangbin.

As long as Mo Junhao insisted ...