Mo Xuan Fei stared at Xiao Jun retreating back and glanced at his left arm as a faint smile formed on his lips.
He knew about his broken left arm. It was indeed so hard for him to fight with his injured arm.
"Now do what you have to do and get me what I want, or else you will never see your lover again." Mo Qian Yuan's happy face turned stern the moment Xiao Jun was nowhere to be seen.
He turned and stared at Mo Xuan Fei's left arm as smirked made its way to his old face. He was so satisfied with what he had done to his son. Actually, if it was even possible, he wanted this useless son of his suffered more.
Unfortunately, he needed to keep him alive and his little whore.
"I don't hear your answer." Mo Qian Yuan provoked him when he saw Mo Xuan Fei tried to stop the bleeding on his neck. "Do you understand?" He reiterated.
