Mo Jinyu knew that although Mo Beiyuan was angry, he would not really kill him. Therefore, he became even more unrestrained.
"Ah, why is this little girl crying? She's so timid. I'm about to suspect if she's your bloodline."
As he spoke, he slapped the little packrat's cheek!
It was as if he wanted to take revenge for all the humiliation he had suffered from Mo Beiyuan.
Little Sweetcake's skin was soft and tender. How could she withstand his forceful slap? Half of her face immediately swelled up.
Yun Ran's heart ached when she saw this. Her red eyes stared fixedly at Mo Jinyu as she took out a sword from the secret guard at the side.
Son of a gun!
She was going to kill Mo Jinyu today!
Seeing that his sister had been beaten up, Bun rushed toward Mo Jinyu like an angry little beast only to have Feng Chen carry him back.
"Bun, don't go over. Trust your father. He can handle this matter."
