"Uh, well..."
Although somewhat unclear about the situation, especially totally confused about whether these two people's relationship was good or bad, Mo stopped again, drew the sword on his waist with a backhand, and said solemnly to the Catman Thief opposite with a pale face: "Stay and help, he should be your friend, right?"
"He's not my son!"
The Catman Thief angrily turned back and glared at the man in the distance, gritting his teeth as he cursed.
[It seems their relationship is indeed quite good.]
