Mo Huasong cast a disdainful glance at Fat Dragon and asked, "What do you mean by that? If a man wants to have some fun, let him have some fun. What's there to be afraid of?"
"Ah!" Fat Dragon's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Mo Huasong.
Wasn't Mo Huasong the one who used to scold him for always going to Yihong Courtyard? How come he's saying such things now?
Is this still Mo Batian? Had water gotten into his head?
"Did someone from Yihong Courtyard hit you?" Mo Huasong suddenly asked.
Fat Dragon was stunned again. Wasn't this change of subject too abrupt?
What does going to Yihong Courtyard have to do with being beaten up?
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in Fat Dragon's head, and he looked excitedly at Mo Huasong, "Brother, you mean?"
Then, Fat Dragon shouted loudly, "Brother Batian, it seems they did hit me. You have to avenge me."
Fat Dragon was secretly sweating, feeling a shadow over his heart.
Could Mo Huasong not hold a normal conversation anymore?
