"Putting righteousness above family, Xiao Lin—are you joking?" Mo Jia asked.
No matter who it was, even hearing that phrase for the first time, they would immediately understand what it meant. Neither Mo Jia nor Yu Yuanzhen had expected Mo Lin to say something like that to them, and the atmosphere in the room instantly grew tense.
Mo Jia and Yu Yuanzhen's minds raced. At that moment, both felt that they had trusted the wrong person. They believed that since Mo Lin had never lived with them for long, the familial bond between them was exceedingly fragile. To achieve his goals, Mo Lin could kill anything that stood in his way, even relatives bound to him by blood.
However, Mo Lin soon paid no attention to Mo Jia and Yu Yuanzhen's reactions and continued at once:
"If one day, the greater good in your hearts made you believe that what I was doing was wrong, would you kill me?"
Mo Lin's answer once again caught them off guard. Both Mo Jia and Yu Yuanzhen had thought that he would say something threatening, but his response instead inspired pity. It was the exact opposite of a threat—not whether Mo Lin would take their lives, but whether they would take Mo Lin's. It would have been even better if he had shed a few tears while saying it.
The tense atmosphere in the air vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared. The only thing that remained unchanged was Yu Yuanzhen and Mo Jia's silence. It could not be helped; every question Mo Lin asked struck directly at the heart of the matter. They were the sort of questions one would never dare answer casually without having made up one's mind completely—unless one was shameless or lying.
Mo Lin stood and walked