Dongmen Nu's expression turned grim, his face darkened, and he looked at Lin Fan with a sinister gaze.
Glaring and grinding his teeth.
"Young Master Lin, I think you're the one meddling in other people's business."
"Then I wonder if Clan Leader Mo Chen's death has anything to do with you, Young Master Dongmen?"
"Stop making baseless accusations."
"If it has nothing to do with you, what are you afraid of, Young Master Dongmen?"
"Afraid? Hahaha! I've never been afraid, nor do I know how to write the word for fear!"
The two were at each other's throats, neither willing to back down.
The tension was about to ignite into conflict.
Just then, a whimpering sound came from the ground.
The two looked down and saw Mo Yunsheng crawling at Lin Fan's feet, wriggling like a maggot and nudging Lin Fan with his head.
Dongmen Nu's eye twitched, and he stepped back half a step.
What is Mo Yunsheng up to?
He watched with confusion.
