When Mo Tingchuan and his family of three entered, Mingdai had already eaten breakfast and was undergoing her daily check-up with the doctor.
He Xingqiong went out to report the situation to He Yaonian, and Mingdai couldn't stop her at all.
They had all stayed up all night, and none of them looked well, but they were in good spirits.
When the gates of the He family were reopened in the morning, He Yaoyuan went back immediately to check the kitchen, but there were no cameras.
In fact, Mo Tingchuan was very dissatisfied with He Yaoyuan. As the eldest son of the He family, it was one thing that he couldn't even get into the house, but he couldn't even get the servants to open their mouths.
If it weren't for the He family's identity, Mo Tingchuan wouldn't have bothered to acknowledge this father.
"You almost scared us to death last night."
Mo Yumei was arrogant and overbearing. Without the threat of surveillance, no one could do anything to her and her son.
"Thankfully, nothing happened. If something had really gone wrong, how would I explain it to your parents?"
"mom."
Mo Tingchuan gently scolded his mother, "It's one thing at home, but why are you becoming more and more unrestrained outside?"
Seeing the mother and her two children arrive late, Mingdai, lying in her hospital bed, sneered in front of the doctor and asked, "You came here now to see if I'm really dead yet, didn't you?"
She asked Mo Tingchuan, "Aren't you my husband? Why weren't you at the hospital with me last night? Or were you waiting to collect my corpse? Hmm?"
The two doctors were so shocked that they dared not move, exchanging frantic glances.
"Mingdai!"
Mo Tingchuan gritted his teeth.
Mingdai's smile concealed a dagger.
Ask Mo Qingying.
Are you disappointed that I wasn't poisoned?
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