At the same time, this big news about Lao Mo's family quickly soared onto the list.

Not to mention Dongcheng, TV stations in various regions of the country are repeatedly broadcasting.

Kyoto, in the huge manor of the Mo family.

Mrs. Mo looked at the news, her fists clenched with excitement.

With tears in her eyes, she turned her wheelchair with her hands and walked to the TV.

Reaching out through the screen to touch the face that resembles her husband's youth.

Her son is really the son who will wake up crying when she dreams in the middle of the night.

She watched intently, for fear that a wrong-eyed son would disappear again.

She's going to find her son, to get her eldest son back.

Thinking like this, she was about to get up and get out, but her legs didn't move so much that she fell out of her wheelchair.

Several people who were also looking at the screen in surprise heard the sound and hurriedly looked over.

Seeing the old lady fall to the ground, she hurriedly went up to help the person up.

"Grandma, are you alright?" the young man Mo Yunhao hurriedly asked with concern.

"Call your grandpa, call quickly. ”

On the side of the Mo family in Dongcheng, Adjutant Qi walked in and handed the eldest brother to Mo Lao.

"The old lady's phone. ”

Mo Lao reacted at this time, and this good news has not been shared with his wife.

So he picked up the phone and said, "Ruyun, we ......"

"Where is my son? I want to see my son?" On the other end of the phone, without waiting for Mo Lao to finish speaking, the old lady eagerly expressed her desire to see her son.

After so many years, the old wife finally spoke to herself.

He choked up and said, "The boss is still alive, I'll take him to see you tomorrow, okay." ”

The old wife's leg hurts and she can't walk, so she can't let the old wife come.

"No, I'm going to see my son now, I'm going to do it now. ”

Mo Qingshi heard his mother's voice and felt uncomfortable.

He took the phone and said, "Mother, it's me." ”

Hearing the voice of the eldest son on the other end of the phone, Mrs. Mo couldn't hold back her tears after all.

"My son, it's really my son, my mother thinks so hard about you!"

Mo Qingshi was also infected by Old Madam Mo's emotions and shed tears.

"Mom, I'm going to take my family to visit you in the car today. ”

"Good, good. The old lady Mo on the other end of the phone was finally relieved.

This happened so suddenly, even Nangong Jue didn't expect it.

At this point, it was no longer something he could stop.

So, he had to talk to his father.

So he looked at Mo Qingshi and said, "Dad, I have something to tell you." ”

Mo Qingshi looked at the heavy expression of his eldest son, and knew that something must be something.

So he nodded: "Let's go downstairs to the study." ”

Mo Lao could probably guess the prince's concerns, which were also his concerns.

In the study downstairs, after listening to what his son said, Mo Qingshi's whole person was in a state of bewilderment.

He couldn't believe it and touched his eldest son's forehead to see if the eldest son had a fever and was stupid.

But it's not hot, huh?

He lowered his voice and said in shock: "Son, pretending to be the prince is a capital crime, don't come nonsense." ”

Nangong Jue knew that this simple-minded father would have this reaction.

So he took out the royal ID card hidden on his body and showed it to Mo Qingshi.

Mo Qingshi was dumbfounded at that time: "Son, when did you change your ID card Lao Tzu didn't know?"

Nangong Jue: "......"

Is your focus misplaced?

Mo Qingshi reacted in hindsight: "Son, are you really the prince?"

He Mo Qingshi actually raised a prince?

Is this world a fantasy? Or is it his luck?