"Mom, why did you mess with that Plague God if it wasn't necessary?"
Mo Daoyan was a bit unhappy. His mom as well; today, the whole family had been eating and taking things from the old residence. They had taken enough advantage already. Seeing them, he didn't know how to be tactful, to hurry and get away when they could. Now that they had torn faces, they wouldn't be given face the next time they wanted to take advantage of others, would they? Thinking of the dishes at the old residence, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. He had never enjoyed eating meat as much as he had that afternoon.
"It wasn't me who provoked him! It was clearly them bullying their way to our door! Ah woo woo woo..." Recalling the two bags of rice and flour that Big Bull had carried away, Old Lady Mo was extremely pained. Damn it, the cooked duck had actually flown away.
"Seriously, why would that idiot throw you up there?" Mo Daoyan asked, looking up.
