Chapter 983 (2/2)

Mo Wu Tian looks at Jiang Hao, and feels a little guilty. ”Brother Jiang has suffered, but he is not able to teach for him. This is the conflict.”

”The words are heavy. Since they are the descendants of my elder brother, it should be a misunderstanding.”

Mo Wutian has the grace to save Jiang Hao. Although Mo Chen and Mo Xin are repeatedly aggressive and almost put himself and Naza in danger, he is not able to pursue anything.

”Ink and the sky call for dust.

”Brother Jiang is my little brother,” Mo Wu Tian looked at them and said sternly, ”he is willing to let bygones be bygones for this matter. It has been a lenient treatment to you and apologize to him.”

Ink dust and ink heart look at each other, this elbow turns out to be too fierce! Just now I want to apologize to him. What is the face of their father and son!

However, Mo Wu Tian is not angry from Wei, and says in a sharp voice: ”apologize!”

Mo dust two father and son helpless, had to whisper: ”we are wrong.” A plea for forgiveness can never be said.

They didn't think they had done anything wrong, but they were thinking about how the man would dismember Jiang Hao.

Mo Wu Tian Chang breathes a sigh of relief. No matter how bad the descendants are, they finally apologized.

”Well, this matter will stop here after, and they will all be our own people,” Mo Wutian said, ”you have met uncle and uncle!”

Mo Xin is really intolerable, angry way: ”there is no end? Even if you're sorry, uncle? ” He only felt that he had lost his face and had never been so shameful.

”Did your uncle insult you?” Mo Wu Tian Leng hums a way: ”you are my grandson, he is my elder brother, what do you call uncle?”

Mo Chen has words of suffering in his heart. He knows his father's temper. He knows his father's temper. Today, this uncle and his uncle have to call him a young uncle who is so many years older than him. What's more, he was still an enemy of life and death just now, and how sweet he is.

”Uncle Uncle, ”ink dust's mouth is difficult to spit out these two words.

Mo Xin didn't expect that his father really called, and his face turned red. He wanted to frustrate Jiang Hao.

”What are you doing? Are you still called uncle? ” Mo Chen slapped his son on the head. It's not too late for a gentleman to avenge himself. He hopes his son will understand this truth and not fight with him for a while.

In the heart of Mo Xin's grievance, he had to shout softly: ”uncle.”