"Damn it, Pang Wenjun, let go of me and go cuddle your old lady," Pang Xiangliang cursed furiously.
Pang Yishan quickly got down on the ground, appearing on the brink of death. "Security, hurry up and carry me over to Mr. Mo."
"Mr. Pang, aren't you overdoing it a bit?" The security guard sneered at Pang Yishan.
"I'll teach you martial arts tomorrow if I get something good," Pang Yishan said anxiously. The old ancestor and the owner of the manor had already received the Marrow Cleansing Pill. If he was late, he might not get anything.
Soon, two security guards lifted Pang Yishan to Mo Huasong's side.
"Pang Yishan, what's the matter?" asked Mo Huasong curiously.
"Mr. Mo, I'm fine. Just got a little injured while protecting Director Wu," said Pang Yishan, barely managing to speak.
"Okay, as long as you're okay," said Mo Huasong before turning back to examine the layout of Mo Manor.
