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Feng Aiguo's complexion was ashen, repeatedly provoked in such a manner, something that had never occurred before.
"Young man, disasters stem from the mouth. I imagine the elders of your family have not taught you that!"
Upon hearing this remark, Ye Ling suddenly burst into laughter. Hey, Feng Aiguo was really courting death. Wasn't this a direct insult to the Mo Family's upbringing? Let alone Feng Aiguo, who would dare to say such a thing?
The venerable Mo Family lacking manners? What a joke. How could the seniors, who had traversed snowy mountains and stepped over grasslands, be unqualified to teach their own children?
After hearing this, Mo Xing also burst out laughing, "Haha, old guy, you're absolutely right, spot on. 'Disasters stem from the mouth,' you've actually got that right."
Just then, a black Audi sped into the distillery premises, and a scholarly man in his thirties with glasses got out of the car and jogged into the anxious crowd.
