"It was your own son who didn't have a filter on his mouth! He mocked my family so I fought with him! What's wrong? Is he crippled or is he in ICU? I'm sure he's fine since he can still go home and cry to his father!" When Mo Yu thought about the fact that Lin Mu had gone home directly to complain to his father, he was incensed and he started to run his mouth.
"Young man, you're young so I'll let that slide for once. But you better mind your words."
Mo Li had just eaten a dumpling when she heard the commotion. Mo Yu is still too young to handle something like this on his own. With a sigh, she put down her chopsticks, went over and extended her open palm at Mo Yu. "Give me."
Mo Yu looked at his sister dumbly. His expression was stiff. He clenched the phone in his hand even tighter.
