Upon hearing that voice, Hong Yaxuan's face changed drastically, stomping her foot in frustration, "They must have noticed your arrival. I'm afraid I can't be of help to you anymore."
Having said that, Hong Yaxuan quickly flew back to her bed and started dressing swiftly.
Mo Huasong struggled to move outside. Ah, this was proving to be quite exasperating.
However, he was incredibly angry at this moment.
Just which son of a bitch was bullying Hong Yaxuan, causing her to resort to such measures to lure him? This was just too—
But it seemed he was somewhat pleased.
As soon as Mo Huasong appeared outside, Fat Dragon's arrogant voice could be heard, "Listen you fools, my name is Fat Dragon, the number one fortune teller in the world. Have you heard of me? You should kneel and listen to my sermon obediently. You should know that I am Mo Batian's brother."
"Mo Batian?" The people on the other end sounded a little startled after hearing this.
