Chen Moqing didn't really care what the man who claimed to be his father was talking about with that Willow Tree Demon.
Although he was just a little child, he was naturally sensible and had a great memory.
Not only did he remember that this man had hit him, but he also remembered when his mother held him and cried. He also remembered that the reason his mother cried was because of the name his grandfather gave him back then.
Chen Moqing.
Mo Qingyue.
Hmm.....
He remembered very clearly; his mother cried for a long, long time because of this name, and she was very sad.
Thud.
A large fruit fell in front of Chen Moqing. It was quite big, more than two meters, and looked quite appetizing with its red and green colors.
Behind the two-meter-long big fruit stood a tall and strong person who asked Chen Moqing to call him senior brother.
