Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth-Chapter 1117: Li Mo: Are You Broke Out of Your Mind?

In the past few years, the number of times Li Mo has visited the company can be counted on one hand, let alone coming over at this time.

Fu Shihan entered the elevator, glanced at the butler behind Li Mo, heard him call him "Eldest Young Master," nodded, and then looked at Li Mo, asking, "Is my dad not home?"

"What are you doing at the company so late?" Li Mo didn’t answer and instead asked back, looking a bit annoyed.

"Wanwan said she needed some materials, so I brought her over to get them."

Fu Shihan could tell Li Mo wasn’t in a good mood and didn’t dare to say more pointless words, so he answered honestly right away.

Sure enough, after hearing Su Wanxin’s name, Li Mo’s gloomy expression slightly eased.

Seeing this, Fu Shihan added another sentence: "Yangyang also came along."

"What time is it now?" Li Mo suddenly asked.

Fu Shihan looked down at his watch and answered, "Ten o’clock."

"It’s ten o’clock at night, and you’re still letting Wanwan come to your company to clean up your mess. Fu Shihan, you really are getting more promising as you grow up."

"..."

"It seems your dad’s worries are justified. Do you want to consider buying my share of the equity?"

Li Mo retorted sarcastically, and every word reached Fu Shihan’s ears, making him feel that the old lady was genuinely angry today.

At such a crucial moment, he had no choice but to rely on his wife and son. So he looked up and saw that the elevator had reached the floor of his office, then said, "No, I don’t have money."

After speaking, he pushed Li Mo’s wheelchair out of the elevator and walked towards his office.

"You know what situation your son is in right now, he’s in poverty. If you and my dad plan to sell your equity at a lower price, then I might consider it.

Mom, we’re all family. How about half the market price for me?"

"I think you’ve gone mad with poverty, dreaming in broad daylight." Li Mo retorted without hesitation.

Fu Shihan knew she would never agree, just making small talk to pass the time.

As they chatted, they arrived at the office door, pushed it open, and inside, Su Wanxin, who was frowning at the computer as she printed materials, turned her head to look. She exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Li Mo, "Aunt Mo? Why are you here so late?"

"Grandma!"

Fu Xiaoyang, who had been lying on the sofa, half-asleep, immediately jumped up at the sound and ran towards Li Mo.

Li Mo glanced down at this little brat. Ever since he moved out of the old house to live with Fu Shihan and Su Wanxin, he hadn’t come back.

Li Mo had watched him grow day by day since the day he was born. Suddenly parting like this, how could she not miss him?

So when the little brat wanted to climb onto her and act spoiled, she said coldly, "Still remember I’m your grandma?"

Fu Xiaoyang heard the off tone, looked up at Fu Shihan, and asked quietly, "Dad, did you make Grandma angry?"

"What does it have to do with me? She’s asking you."

Fu Shihan cleaned his hands of any involvement, stepped towards Su Wanxin, and subtly gave her a look.

Listening to the conversation and glancing at Fu Shihan, Su Wanxin slowly shook her head, communicating her meaning with her eyes—

That’s your own mother, and you’re afraid of her, so why wouldn’t I be?

Aunt Mo gives no face when she’s angry, something Su Wanxin has witnessed over the years and remembers well.

"Grandma, it must be my dad who made you angry, right?"