"Ahahaha, so you're panicking right now?" Mo Ya, who had not come home all night, did not call until the following morning. After hearing Ronan's account, she laughed with abandon.
Ronan frowned. "Is it really that serious?"
"That's exactly how you're acting. Like parents who muddled through more than a decade, only to suddenly discover during their child's rebellious phase—or even later—that their kid had grown into something completely different from the model they expected. It feels like the product they spent years cultivating is basically defective, impossible to remake even if they wanted to send it back to the furnace, and then they panic, despair, and have no idea what to do. Isn't that the feeling?"
Ronan continued to deny it. "It's not that exaggerated... And that comparison makes it sound like you've been through it yourself."
"You only need to observe. Watching Mr. Mo Haihang and Lady Luo Shuqing's emotional journeys over the past few years taught me a thing or two. Besides, I waded into that muddy water myself."
"Huh?" Ronan's mind went blank. "You!"
"That's right. Have you forgotten? I was the one who gave you the dream fund! Funding a ten-year-old brat to conduct drug experiments... Although the results look pretty good so far, and the return on investment is sky-high, I was anxious too when I came to my senses after my 'chuunibyou phase.'"
"Heh heh, so your sponsorship was a chuunibyou decision?"
"Wasn't it? To indulge your so-called ideals, I stood a very good chance of ending up with a little brother who overdosed and died. Just thinking about it now gives me chills, okay?"
As Mo Ya spoke, she sighed as well. "From that perspective, I can understand how you feel now. Thanks, little brother. At least you turned out all right."