Ever since Mo Ting returned to the country, Mo Yi had been acting weird and doing all sorts of dirty tricks behind his back. Although they could not confirm that Mo Yi was the culprit for the kidnapping incident 3 days ago, Mo Ting was certain that he was the one behind it.
Fu Wen cursed in his heart, "It's really lucky for you that President Mo crippled your legs. If it were me, I would've beaten you up so badly that you wouldn't be able to get out of bed for three months, so you wouldn't have to come looking for trouble today!"
"Alright, then I'll invite third uncle to be my witness today!" Mo Ting's eyes swept across the guests below the stage.
Everyone's hair stood on end under his gaze, especially the middle-aged man. He could not lower his head, but he did not dare to look him in the eye, so he could only look elsewhere.
