He Mingkai and He Xiong clammed up despite the grievances they had in their chests. They didn't dare to voice their objections upon seeing how angry the old master was.
"Mingkai, since you're Old Master's grandson, I can allow you to stay. However, my training is very tough and vigorous.
If you can't meet my expectations or you're dragging the team down, I don't care who you are, I will kick you out. I hope there are no hard feelings. I'm just very blunt." Mo Shuyun grinned brightly at him.
He Mingkai sneered coldly. "You want to train me?"
"If it wasn't for Old Master and Miss Lin Yan, I wouldn't consent to training a piece of trash like you." Mo Shuyun chuckled softly.
"Did you just call my son a piece of trash?" He Xiong's veins were throbbing against his forehead.
"Oh, sorry. He is not trash. He just lacks the right skills and is too full of himself and overly arrogant," Mo Shuyun corrected himself.
