The elderly woman burst into tears in no time, "I didn’t want this, my Lingling, my poor daughter, and my Mo Shu..."
Gu Wenjuan was at a loss for what to do, saying, "Please don’t be anxious, Princess Mo wouldn’t hate you."
"No, she does hate me," Granny Sha said, her gaze vacant, "If she didn’t hate me, she wouldn’t have refused to call me Grandma for so many years... Mo Shu hates me, she really does."
Gu Wenjuan looked at her, trying to console her, "Don’t cry, how about I take you home? Do you know where your home is?"
"I know," Granny Sha suddenly stood up again, "It’s there!"
With that, she was about to cross the road.
Gu Wenjuan was terrified and quickly grabbed her, saying, "Princess Mo is here, Princess Mo has arrived!"
Granny Sha took it for the truth, looking around, "Where is she?"
Gu Wenjuan quickly found an excuse to calm her down, and on the third call, Princess Mo finally answered.
By the time Princess Mo arrived, the old lady had already said several times that she wanted to leave.
The luxurious yet understated Maybach stopped, followed by a stretch Rolls-Royce.
The rear door of the Maybach opened swiftly, and the first thing to come into view was a slender, fair leg, with a snow-white, dazzling ankle, still striking in the dark night.
Just the sight of this leg caused Gu Wenjuan’s heart to flutter.
Mo Shu got out quickly, her striking figure followed by a tall man.
The man had a tall and straight posture, handsome and distinguished. His mere appearance attracted all her attention.
He seemed to have a radiance about him, converging upon him, forming a bright and splendid world of his own.
Perhaps her gaze was too intense, Yu Siqiao frowned in displeasure.
Gu Wenjuan quickly averted her eyes and called out, "Princess Mo, Young Master Yu."
Mo Shu hadn’t noticed Gu Wenjuan’s overly fervent stare; her attention was already completely stolen by the elderly person beside Gu Wenjuan.
The elder in front of her had big eyes, few wrinkles, fair skin, and evidently took good care of herself; she was also a very dignified elderly lady.
Yet looking at this noble and white-haired old lady, she was stunned, her eyes filled with disbelief.
That person who had cared for her for over a decade, who had raised both her and Xia Pianpian to be elites of society, that kind-hearted old artist!
The old woman saw her too, apparently recognizing her, and came forward excitedly with open arms.
Mo Shu’s heart raced, fearing she had seen wrongly, she moved closer to the elderly woman, her voice choked, followed by her embrace, she called out, "Granny?"
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The excitement in Mo Shu’s chest was suddenly doused as if with cold water.
But the next instant, tears were already rolling down.
She knew she looked very much like Sha Ling.
She knew she wasn’t the Dean.
But when the grandmother who looked so much like the Dean hugged her and called her mother’s name, Mo Shu still felt incredibly sad.
"Grandma, I’m Mo Shu," Mo Shu gently patted the old woman’s back, whispering, "I’m here."
Granny Sha was stunned for a moment, "So it’s not Lingling..."
"Yes, I’m Mo Shu," Mo Shu’s voice broke, sniffling, "I’ll take you home."
Even her voice was exactly the same as the Dean’s.
Granny Sha looked at Mo Shu in front of her, suspicion written all over her face, "You’re not Mo Shu, my Mo Shu is only this tall," her dry palm made a gesture, "With a round face, and round eyes too, not as big as yours!"