As soon as he heard those words, Mo Chuxi tossed aside the book in his hand and stood up nervously, his handso face taut with tension.
He raised his eyes to scan the surroundings, only to discover that those two little kids had sohow slipped out of his sight!
"What do you an by ’sothing’s wrong’? Speak clearly!"
"I... I don’t know exactly what happened. It was the little miss who suddenly shouted on the beach, and that’s when I noticed sothing was off!"
The beach?
Those two little ones ran off to play on the beach?
Mo Chuxi’s heart raced, a feeling of guilt surging up simultaneously.
Reading books—what could possibly be more important than those two precious treasures?
As their father, how could he fail to keep a proper eye on them? What kind of father was he!
Mo Chuxi hurriedly followed Wan, the young maid, and briskly exited the estate’s gates, rushing towards the beach.
At the sa ti, a stretched luxury car slowly pulled up outside the estate’s gates.
Mo Qifeng stepped out of the car and turned around imdiately.
"Dad, we’re here."
He said respectfully.
Soon, a man clad in a gray Tang suit, about seventy years old, stepped out of the car, leaning on a cane.
Though his legs and feet were a little unsteady, the elder Mo’s ntal state seed exceptionally good.
Radiant, spirited!
His narrow chestnut-brown eyes sparkled with sharp intelligence.
"Was that Chuxi who just ran past?"
He asked as he turned to glance in the direction of the beach.
Mo Qifeng followed his gaze and indeed saw Mo Chuxi crouching on the sand, with little Chenxi standing nearby.
"It seems sothing has happened."
Mo Qifeng said with a hint of confusion. Then, his face lit up with joy as he extended a hand to point at little Chenxi and introduced her.
"Dad, that’s Chuxi’s daughter, Zhichun!"
The elder Mo furrowed his graying brows in displeasure and spoke reproachfully.
"Hmph! The child is already this old! And only now are we being inford—both your mother and I? Does he have no regard for the rules? And about that marriage business earlier—I’ll settle accounts with Chuxi later!"
"Dad, there are reasons for all that. I’ll explain it to you later."
"You don’t need to explain anything; I’ll ask Chuxi myself!"
The elder Mo dismissed him decisively and then began walking forward.
Faced with the stern attitude of his father, Mo Qifeng was left speechless. But just as he was about to step forward, he unexpectedly saw Mo Chuxi hurrying back with little Xi cradled in his arms, his face full of alarm.
"It’s Xi! That kid—sothing seems to have happened to him!"
"What?"
The elder Mo furrowed his brows deeply.
"Xi—isn’t he the son of Chuxi you’ve ntioned before?"
"Yes, that’s the boy!"
"Tch! My great-grandson! What on earth is going on!"
The elder Mo’s aged face also showed signs of worry.
Though his legs weren’t very agile, he still followed hurriedly.
"Chuxi!"
At this mont, Mo Chuxi was entirely focused on his son and hadn’t noticed the elder Mo. It was only when Mo Qifeng called out to him that he raised his head to find the elder walking straight toward him.
"Grandpa?"
"What’s wrong with my great-grandson? What happened to him!"
The elder Mo pointed at the pale, sweat-drenched little Xi in Mo Chuxi’s arms and anxiously questioned him.
"Where’s the family doctor? Get the family doctor out here imdiately!"
He shouted loudly.
The commotion seed significant enough to have drawn everyone in the house outside.
"There’s no family doctor. I fired her yesterday."
Mo Chuxi said as he strode toward the car.
"I’m taking Xi to the hospital now."
"Young Master Mo!"
Just as Mo Chuxi was about to get into the car with his son, Ye Wei’er’s voice ca from behind.
She rushed up to him, looking visibly worried, and then turned to gaze worriedly at little Xi.
"Didn’t I tell you to get lost last night? What are you still doing here?"
Ye Wei’er lifted her head, seeming intent and stern in her expression as she looked at Mo Chuxi.
"Young Master Mo, I’ll leave if you want to. But first, let take care of little Xi! Please, trust !"
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