Wei Ting was not frightened by his words. There was no change in his eyes as he looked at him calmly. "Is that so?"
Mo Guiyuan smiled. "This meeting was very sudden. I understand that it's difficult for you to adapt. If you hadn't discovered me, I had planned to meet you later. Perhaps at that time, we would have been prepared to accept each other's identities."
Wei Ting said, "You're quite confident."
There was no doubt that he smiled and said, "You don't look like me. You look like the young Lord Wu An. Although I don't like him, no matter what, you have my blood flowing in your body. I won't do anything to you."
Wei Ting mocked, "Then should I be grateful to you? After killing my grandfather and father, you spared my life?"
At this point, Mo Guiyuan frowned.
Wei Ting was not easy to fool.
