As the words fell, Mo Shang slowly emerged from the shadows and appeared before Zhang Tianming.
"Did you come here to watch me make a fool of myself?"
Seeing that it was Mo Shang, Zhang Tianming froze for a moment, then gave a bitter smile.
For some reason, he could not summon even the slightest hatred toward the man before him. It was strange...
"No, don't misunderstand. I'm not the sort of person who enjoys watching others make fools of themselves..." Mo Shang smiled calmly. He truly did not enjoy watching others make fools of themselves—but he did enjoy a good spectacle.
"Then what are you here for?"
Hearing this, Zhang Tianming could not help feeling puzzled and immediately asked again.
"Your father asked me to take you home..." Mo Shang looked at Zhang Tianming and smiled.
"My father?" Zhang Tianming was even more confused, his face full of question marks.
His parents had clearly admitted in person that he was merely the wrongfully switched fake young master. Yet hearing this now left him completely bewildered...
"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Mo Shang, the young master of the Mo Clan." Mo Shang smiled calmly and spoke again.
"You're from the Mo Clan?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianming's eyes widened. At last, he realized that he seemed to have been played from beginning to end!
"That's right. Actually, all of this..." Mo Shang began again, preparing to explain.
But before he could finish, Zhang Tianming suddenly cut him off.
"Don't say anything yet! Let me think."
Zhang Tianming stared at Mo Shang in disbelief, then spoke again.
"So you were never my father's son?"
"Correct."
"And there was never any switching of us at all? Everything was fake?"
"Correct."
"So you all joined forces to deceive me!"
"That's