Mo Changwen glanced at Lan Anran and turned to look at Old Mrs. Mo.
"What are you going to say?"
Old Mrs. Mo looked at her useless son, feeling angry because of his illegitimate child and those women that were arranged by him. She was old, but she wasn't stupid. She knew her son best.
"Mom, today is your 80th birthday. I'm sorry, I have a favor to ask of you."
Old Mrs. Mo knew about Mo Changwen's intentions.
"Aren't you just thinking of bringing your illegitimate child back? I don't care about this. It's my birthday today, don't make things difficult for me. Ask your wife."
Old Mrs. Mo was frustrated at the mention of this.
