"Ming, you're back, come here and have something to eat." The speaker was a beautiful woman. She behaved elegantly, spoke generously and decently, and looked like the hostess of the Mo family.
This is Mo Ming's mother, Tan Ling.
Mo Yuan nodded, walked to a long table without saying a word, and sat down.
This made Tan Ling a little embarrassed, and she quickly asked the servant to bring the food.
After Mo Yuan sat down, he saw a middle-aged man sitting opposite him.
The middle-aged man wore a retro suit and slicked his hair back, exuding the power of a superior.
Mo Yuan and the middle-aged man are quite similar, and they seem to be equally powerful.
This is Mo Ming's father, Mo Qiong!
Soon, the servant brought the food and placed it in front of Mo Yuan.
However, he did not take action and kept staring at Mo Qiong in front of him.
Mo Qiong didn't care about his gaze and buried himself in eating his millet porridge.
Seeing such a stiff confrontation between the two father and son, Tan Ling next to her was a little at a loss and couldn't find a chance to interrupt.
For some reason, her son has become a little taciturn recently and doesn't like to communicate with others.
Although Mo Ming rarely spoke in the past, he could at least say a word or two to his family. But now, unless necessary, he cherishes his words like gold.
However, the only thing that pleased them was that Mo Ming's behavior became more mature and steady.
In several confrontations with other families, Mo Ming relied on his own strength to withstand the heavy pressure and win.
For this reason, the power of the Mohist family was gradually transferred to his hands.
"Ming, I heard Mo Ying say that you are going to chop off the hand of that trash from the Zhou family today?" At this time, Mo Qiong finished his meal and threw the spoon on the empty plate with a clang, making a loud sound. It hit the hearts of everyone on the field.
At this moment, Mo Ming calmly picked up the spoon and gently scooped the millet porridge on the plate. "Father, is there anything I did wrong?"
Mo Qiong frowned, stared at Mo Ming coldly, and said, "You should know very well that the relationship between us and the Zhou family is on fire. Now their internal conflicts are fierce, and this result is very beneficial to us!"
"But..." His tone was a little more serious. "After you stir things up like this, I'm afraid the Zhou family will temporarily suppress their internal conflicts and take strict precautions against our Mo family."
"Ha!" Mo Ming paused, raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Mo Qiong lightly, and said, "Father, don't you think this is fun?"
"Fun?" Mo Qiong frowned and looked at Mo Ming suspiciously, not understanding what he meant.
"In any case, the Zhou family is the second most powerful being among the five giants. It would be too boring to overthrow them so easily!" Mo Ming picked up the handkerchief and wiped his mouth gently. "I just do this to make the process more interesting."
Mo Qiong's pupils shrank and he stared closely at Mo Ming's stern and handsome face, as if he wanted to see some clues.
However, in this handsome face, besides being indifferent, there is still indifference.
"Ming, as a father, let me give you a piece of advice." Mo Qiong sighed and said lightly: "It won't be long before you completely control the Mo family. Any decision you make will affect the future development of the Mo family. I I hope you make every decision carefully."
"Now is not the time for you to play!"
"Father, do you think I will play with fire and burn myself?" Mo Yuan raised his eyebrows, crossed his hands and rested them on his chin, looking at Mo Qiong playfully.
(End of chapter)