"Senior Brother, let's just apologize. It's about Wuji's happiness; just bow your head." Mo Hutu almost pleaded.
Mo Qingyun shook off Mo Hutu's hand angrily, "I did nothing wrong, why should I apologize?"
"Damn, you deceive others' feelings without responsibility and think you're right? Mo Qingyun, a man who doesn't dare to take responsibility is still a coward even at the peak. I, Qin Yi, am the first to look down on you."
Mo Qingyun sneered, "Who the hell are you? I don't need your approval."
Qin Yi squinted his eyes, raised his hand, and slapped Mo Qingyun's face through the air, saying, "I think you just need a smack."
Mo Hutu hurriedly said, "Friend Qin Yi, calm down."
At the same time, he raised his hand, and a force swept from his palm, dispersing Qin Yi's handprint.
Qin Yi's eyes darkened, "Get out of the way. I must teach this old scumbag a lesson today. No skills, but a big temper."
