Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

The dramatic change in attitude silenced the person on the other end of the line.

Shang Xi's good mood was ruined, so naturally she couldn't continue to deal with him.

She said in a cold voice, "If Young Master Mo is only here to pretend to be mute, then I'll hang up now."

"Wait!" Mo Yifan quickly interjected, his tone almost pleading. "I'm going to the capital tomorrow. When I get there... shall we meet?"

"There seems to be no need for us to meet anymore."

"I heard... I heard you and Mr. Si are getting married soon?" He answered irrelevantly.

Upon hearing this, Shang Xi frowned.

Their upcoming marriage is currently being kept secret.

Not many people know about it; Song Yanyu and her daughter Gu Daier are two of them, so it's not surprising that Mo Yifan knows.

She didn't deny it, but her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Young Master Mo, I think there's no need for us to contact each other anymore. Wouldn't it be better if we went our separate ways? Yes, it did surprise me that you were reborn, but that doesn't mean it will become a weapon for you to blackmail me. The relationship between Mr. Si and me is not something that you demons and monsters can easily sow discord between. So, you'd better watch yourself."

"..."

"By the way, whether you come to the capital or not, I'm unlikely to see you again, so I won't say goodbye."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

After hanging up the phone, Shang Xi muttered something incomprehensible.

Just then, she heard a familiar car horn downstairs. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly changed into her pajamas and ran downstairs.

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City, Mo Family Villa.

Mo Yifan stood dejectedly in front of the French windows in the study, his phone, which he was clutching tightly, kept ringing with a busy tone.

The overwhelming sense of powerlessness left him feeling utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Immediately afterwards, Mo's mother came in carrying a glass of warm milk.

Standing at the door, looking at her increasingly haggard son, she hesitated for a moment, but still steeled herself and stepped forward. "Yifan, this is the milk powder your father just asked someone to bring back from abroad. Drink it and go to bed early."

Mo Yifan frowned and turned around.

He looked at the white liquid in the glass, somewhat helplessly, "Mom, I don't like drinking this. You and Dad are getting old, so you can have a glass before bed."

"Be good." Mother Mo glared at her.

"Okay, okay, Mom, don't be angry, I'll drink it."

Despite his dislike of the taste, Mo Yifan downed a glass of milk in one gulp.

At the same time, Mo's mother also showed a look of relief.

After taking the empty glass, she hesitated before speaking, "Yifan, you and Dai'er have been married for several days now. Sleeping in separate rooms all the time isn't a solution, so why don't you..."

"Mom," Mo Yifan interrupted her, "You don't need to worry about this matter. My new villa has been renovated and is ready to be moved in with her in a few days. Besides, I've been too busy with work lately to take care of her."

Mother Mo opened her mouth, but in the end, she could only sigh helplessly.

She patted her son's shoulder and said meaningfully, "Then Mom won't bother you anymore. You should get some rest, okay?"

"Okay, Mom, goodnight."

After nervously leaving the study, Mo's mother's hands suddenly began to tremble.

After quickly going downstairs, she pulled Rela, who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, up and whispered, "Dair, why don't you go upstairs and keep Yifan company? He seems to be in a bad mood."

Gu Daier bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, then... Mom, I'll go upstairs first, you should get some rest."