Mo Beiyan curled his lips. He knew that both Mo Zhenglong and Mo Wenbin were very traditional, and with Lin Meijie present, they would never agree to go to the hospital for such checks. He stepped forward a few steps, "Since you don't believe me, I am willing to swear a solemn oath in front of the ancestors."
Lin Meijie hesitated, this was no joking matter, "Eldest... "
Mo Nanjue sneered, "For a woman like this, is it worth it?"
Tong Ran embraced Su Lan's shoulders, using her sleeve to wipe the whip scars on her body.
Mo Beiyan turned and walked toward the ancestral hall beside him. The maid lifted the curtain, revealing the memorial tablets of the Mo Family ancestors inside, the incense burner glowing below, surrounded by red cloth.
All eyes turned, Xie Yanghua followed him to the side, "Eldest Young Master, you should be sure about this. Swearing here is serious; it's not a place for jokes."
