After all, Mo Shu is too young, and although Nolan Mingyu is well-maintained, traces of ti are still faintly visible.
Like Sha Ling.
But Sha Ling has been dead for so many years, yet Nolan Mingyu imdiately introduced herself as a French person, with that authentic Parisian accent that is difficult to mimic.
Nolan Mingyu smiled gently, "Yes, I was fortunate enough to et Princess Mo last ti. She does bear so resemblance, but Princess Mo is younger and more energetic, truly enviable."
Nolan Mingyu’s deanor was so candid that Xing ngzheng also smiled, "You’re very beautiful too, especially your eyes, they’re gorgeous."
"Thank you, how is Princess Mo doing now?"
"Everything is normal for the ti being," Mo Jiantao quickly interjected, "Won, childbirth is like this."
Nolan Mingyu’s face remained gentle, but her sidelong glance gained a subtle nuance for a fleeting mont, then quickly shifted away.
When Mr. Mo hurriedly ca upon receiving the news, he angrily raised his cane towards Mo Jiantao, exclaiming, "You scoundrel!"
Mo Jiantao jumped back in fright, feeling a bit aggrieved, and shouted, "What did I do!"
Mr. Mo, furious, "You have the nerve to ask! If not for you, would Shushu have gone into premature labor so suddenly? You disgraceful brat! I’ll beat you to death!"
Mo Jiantao imdiately dodged, and Yu Jinggang, along with Xing ngzheng, rushed to intervene, "In-law Grandpa, please calm down, don’t strain yourself..."
Standing at a distance, Mo Jiantao called out, "How was I supposed to know she’d be so angry? I just wanted to invite her to a al. If she wasn’t willing, fine, but she smashed a cup and yelled at to leave. I’m pretty hurt by that okay!"
Mr. Mo didn’t believe him at all, and every word out of his mouth was suspect, as if he wouldn’t trust even a punctuation mark, angrily declaring, "Shushu is sensible, intelligent, and calm, especially after getting pregnant, her temper has improved greatly! If you hadn’t started sothing, would Shushu have told you to get lost!"
Mo Jiantao dared not utter a word.
Truth is, he was indeed at fault in this matter.
But he only wanted to stop Mo Shu from criticizing Nolan Mingyu and comparing her to Sha Ling, he rely argued back a bit, feeling wronged, "It’s not like this is the first ti we’ve quarreled, things were always fine before. How was I supposed to know she’d be so upset today? Besides, didn’t Uncle Wu say before, with her belly this big, giving birth sooner or later is possible and normal? She’s been pregnant for nine months, normally it’s nine and a half months to term, and she’s carrying two children, going into labor half a month early is too normal..."
The more he spoke, the more Mo Jiantao convinced himself, mumbling, "How can this be my fault?"
Mr. Mo was infuriated, nearly swinging the cane at him again.
Mo Jiantao hid behind Nolan Mingyu, utterly intimidated.
Mr. Mo huffed, giving up the fight, and finally turned his gaze towards Nolan Mingyu.
That glance left Mr. Mo stunned as well.
Nolan Mingyu smiled slightly, "Hello, Mr. Mo, it’s a pleasure to et you. My na is Nolan Mingyu."
Nolan... Mingyu?
Mr. Mo opened his mouth, seemingly about to say sothing, but quickly swallowed his words.
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