Painful Memories

  "Bang!" A loud slap exploded on Mo Yu Xing's head.

  Mo Yu Xiang raised his fist: "Mo Yu Xing, I didn't call you because you need to call me at least three times a day, and each time we have to talk for an hour before hanging up! Do I still need to call you?"

  "Oh, it hurts so much!" The person who was hit rubbed their injured area pitifully, "Hmph, Mo Yu Xiang, you violent maniac. You hitting me is different from me hitting you, isn't it? And as soon as I came back, you started hitting me! Brother Rong, Sister Zi, look at him, he only knows how to bully me!"

  "Alright, stop messing around, let's eat first!" Nanfeng Yu looked at them with interest, pointing to the already served dishes on the table. "Today is a rare day when Uncle Mo and Auntie Mo are not home, so let's have a good meal!"

  "Of course, I specifically invited you when the old man and woman were not at home."

  Mo Yu Xiao explained, while still clenching his fist and glaring at Mo Yu Xing who was baring his teeth.

  Everyone in the house was watching them with a smile, even the icy face's expression softened.

  Everyone sat around the big dining table, happy and harmonious.

  Such a warm scene made Mu Juebing feel a little sentimental.

  Some past scenes kept flashing back in his mind.

  That once warm but now forever cold Japanese wooden house...

  That mother who exhausted her life loving him, finally fell in a pool of blood...

  That Mu Qingyun who doesn't care about anything except power and benefits, and even forgets his own birthday...

  He also has a younger sister, born to Mo Qingyun and another woman... his younger sister...

  His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his fingertips digging deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain.