It was Li Mosen's way of survival, living in this household.
It also was a way for him to be a faithful member of the family.
He didn't dare to reveal his true feelings for Li Jianyue. He feared that it would lead to Li Sicheng chasing him out of the house and keeping them separate.
Li Mosen had kept his emotions hidden from everyone for so many years. He had never imagined that Li Sicheng would uncover them.
Li Mosen's heart raced.
The only other time he had ever experienced such panic was when he was five or six years old. His life had hung by a thread as the crazy woman, Tang Mengying, held him hostage.
That same emotion tugged at his heart once again. He felt defenseless against it.
When Li Sicheng didn't get a straight answer from Li Mosen, it only served to confirm his suspicion. In a tone deep, he called out, "Mosen."
Li Mosen clutched his thighs with both hands. Deep in his heart, he braced himself for the worst.
