"Yes! You are just playing with fire and burning yourself!" Mo Qiong did not mince words and said sternly: "You saved Zhou Qingmu, which is equivalent to giving the Zhou family a warning. When the time comes, they will definitely be wary of us, which will change the originally good situation. It has to be complicated.”
Mo Yuan shook his head and said disapprovingly: "Father, you are wrong! Those who are powerful are called to control everything, but those who are not powerful are called playing with fire and burning themselves!"
"you!"
"Father, thank you for your advice. But please also believe in your son. To me, this is just a game." Mo Yuan slowly stood up, stepped forward with two long legs, and walked Second floor.
Looking at Mo Yuan's back, Mo Qiong sighed and smiled bitterly.
"Master, please take it easy." Tan Ling came over and comforted: "Ming is indeed a little crazy now, but it's also because of his self-confidence. I believe he knows what he is doing!"
"Hey, Ling'er, haven't you noticed?" Mo Qiong patted Tan Ling's hand and whispered: "The way our son behaves recently is very different from the past. Whether it is his methods or his conversation, everything is different. It’s become a lot more aggressive.”
"Isn't this good?" Tan Lin smiled and said proudly: "This means that our son has grown up and can be independent."
Mo Qiong was silent, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
As a person who was able to develop the Mohist family to such a height, how could his vision be so bad? It's just that the thoughts deep in his heart were so incredible that he couldn't believe it.
"I hope my worries are unnecessary?" he said quietly.
In the study.
Mo Yuan sat in front of the desk, his eyes were deep and cold, as if hiding a wild beast that could devour people whole.
Soon, there was a knock on the door.
"Enter!"
Mo Ying walked in, lowering his head, not daring to look at Mo Yuan. "Young Master Mo, you, are you looking for me?"
"Mo Ying, how long have you been in the Mo family?" Mo Yuan's slender fingers tapped gently on the desk. Every time a note sounded, it hit Mo Ying's heart hard, making him panic.
"Ten, ten years." Mo Ying wanted to control the fear in his heart, but his body was trembling uncontrollably.
The aura that Young Master Mo exudes is really terrifying!
Even against Mo Qiong, there is no such strong sense of oppression.
"In ten years, you should be familiar with the rules of the Mo family, right?"
"Yes, it is!"
Mo Ying answered truthfully, feeling anxious in his heart. He didn't know what Young Master Mo would do next. He just wanted to escape from here quickly, or the old family master could come over and save him from the fire and water.
"Then tell me, what is the crime for disobeying the family head and impeaching the family head behind his back?" Mo Yuan's voice was very calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.
However, Mo Ying plopped down, knelt down, and finally couldn't hold back the fear in his heart, and begged for mercy: "Young Master Mo, please spare my life! I know I was wrong, please let me go!"
Mo Yuan slowly stood up, his aura becoming more and more fierce. "Give me a reason to let you go."
"I, I..." Mo Ying's brain was spinning rapidly, trying to find a reason. However, his panic had caused him to lose the ability to think.
"Young Master Mo, I really know my mistake! From now on, I will only obey your orders!"
Mo Yuan walked over, squatted down, grabbed Mo Ying's chin, stared at him with his cold eyes, and uttered two words. "late!"
(End of chapter)