The restaurant suddenly fell silent.
All three other gazes converged on Mo Chen.
The man, suppressing his anger, raised his eyes to look at Qiao's mother and said coldly, "After so much time, there's still no improvement, anyone can influence your thoughts, your intelligence is indeed mediocre."
Being attacked on her intelligence by such a junior left Qiao's mother at a loss, even unsure of how to retaliate.
Mo Chen then chuckled, "It seems my woman hasn't completely inherited your intelligence, thankfully."
"You... What do you mean?" Qiao's mother's face was struggling to maintain composure.
Ruoxin stared at the profile of the man, she had to admit this bastard's presence was truly formidable, capable of dominating the scene within minutes even amidst such chaos.
