At the dining table, Old Man Mo looked at his family and his face softened. The super long table contained up to twenty people with two seats empty. One for Mo lingtian and the last one, for the President.
"Aunt, why have you never told us that uncle was mistreating you?" One of the younger generations asked Yuri.
Yuri looked at the boy that was about Mo Ting's age and smiled. "Your Aunt didn't need to inform you because I could handle him."
"But still, anyway it is good that you handled him that way, now his good name is ruined." A young girl of about Ten years old with hair packed in two places giggled after saying that.
"Stop talking and start eating, I have told you time and time again to never interfere in adult matters, but you never learn." the mother shoved veggies into her mouth. She didn't want her Ten years old daughter to develop the habit of poke-nosing.
