Mo Beiyan's gaze fell on her radiant profile, and unconsciously, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Mo Zhenglong exchanged a few simple words with them, then had someone help him into a wheelchair. He was getting on in years, and this severe illness had truly taken a heavy toll on him.
A few maids carefully pushed him into the ancestral hall.
Everyone followed together. Mo Zhenglong sat in the wheelchair and looked up at the ancestral tablets of the Mo Family's forebears, letting out a sigh, "Eldest, Second, both of you come over."
Tong Ran hurried forward to hold Chennchenn. As she took her son, Mo Nanjue secretly pinched the back of her hand.
Mo Yaochenn was nestled in Tong Ran's arms, one small hand naturally resting on her chest. Mo Nanjue's face darkened, and he reached out to lift his hand, tossing it onto Tong Ran's shoulder before turning to walk inside.
Chennchenn rolled his eyes, thinking, Mo Nanjue, do you have to be so petty?!
