For this iron box, he had exhausted so much effort, meticulously plotting everything, only to find two necklaces hidden inside in the end.
Mo Lao Yezi could not accept this, his countenance gradually turning fierce as he grabbed the two necklaces from the table and furiously threw them away.
Utterly detestable.
Ye Jiuliang watched the necklaces fall into the corner with an indifferent gaze.
Mo Ce had racked his brains to open the iron box, but what he got was not what he had anticipated. It was only natural for him to be angry.
"Old man Mo, look at your greedy face. If I were from the Mo Family, I would think you're not even fit to compare to a single toe of my master," Ji Mingqian added fuel to the fire with mocking derision, as if to incite further anger.
Hating comparisons to Mo Tian the most, Mo Lao Yezi was enraged, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Ji Mingqian, "Shut your mouth."
The atmosphere suddenly turned tense, a dark gun muzzle aiming unwaveringly at Ji Mingqian.
