"Yao Wuliang, your Yao Clan should learn to restrain their temper. Yao Wutian possesses the same bloodline power as you, yet his conduct doesn't compare to yours from nine hundred years ago. Take him back for proper education."
Mo Wangchen, holding Little Ming Yue, finally arrived beside Meng Yurou, standing shoulder to shoulder.
He glanced at Yao Wuliang, speaking calmly, but his words resonated clearly in everyone's ears.
This immediately astonished everyone to the extreme.
Who is this young man?
How dare he speak to Yao Wuliang in such a tone!
"Mother!"
Little Ming Yue reached out from Mo Wangchen's arms, wanting Meng Yurou to hold her.
Meng Yurou chuckled softly, changing her expression from before, and reached out to embrace Little Ming Yue.
Everyone exchanged glances, suddenly realizing that this young man was actually the husband of that mysterious formidable woman, and they even had a six or seven-year-old daughter.
"You are..."
