As Mo Chengyuan stood up to take the dish from Mo Chengju, Mo ZiYun couldn't help but stand up, stride over, and urgently shout, "Wait a minute!"
Mo ZiYun's shout successfully caught everyone's attention, including Mo Chengyuan's who looked at his son in astonishment.
Mo Chengju half-smiled and asked, "My dear nephew, are you planning to personally serve the dish to your parents?"
Mo ZiYun didn't dare to answer or know how to respond.
"You truly are very filial!" Mo Chengju laughed, "How about this, if you really are filial, I, as your uncle, will forget about the previous matters, how about that?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Chengyuan looked at him in surprise, "Mingyuan, you and ZiYun, do you have some issues?"
Actually, without asking, Mo Chengyuan could "guess."
His son was somewhat flamboyant, and it wasn't surprising that he had a conflict with Mo Chengju.
"Uncle, uncle!" Mo ZiYun said twice, first urgently, then with a deep voice.
