"Kneel down! Apologize!"
A deafening voice struck, terrifying Zhao Tiangao to the core.
He raised his head and saw a man with a cold glint in his eyes. If it wasn't Mo Han, who else could it be?
"I..."
His mouth opened, his lips dry, and he didn't dare meet Mo Han's gaze.
At that moment, He Chen came over with a smile, trying to smooth things over, "Mister Mo, let it go, Xiao Gao is still young, and besides, we are all family..."
He didn't want to see Zhao Yumo wake up to witness conflicts between her brother and herself.
Mo Han couldn't be bothered with He Chen and kept his gaze fixed on Zhao Tiangao, saying coldly, "Are you even a man?"
"You!" Zhao Tiangao was enraged but knew he was at fault.
Zhao Yumo looked confused, staring blankly at the two men before beckoning He Chen over, "Ah Chen, what... what's going on?"
"Ah, it's my fault," He Chen sighed and briefly explained the bet between Mo Han and his brother-in-law.
