Mo Futu had barely sat down for two seconds when Chen Yang frowned and said, "Move to the side, this spot is for Yunqiu!"
Mo Futu was startled and quickly moved over one seat.
At that moment, Mo Zhengfeng stepped forward and said to Mo Futu with a smile, "Father, it's too humble for you to sit here. You should take the main seat instead."
Mo Futu slapped Mo Zhengfeng across the face and said angrily, "Had you not mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed. The Lord is not sitting in the main seat; who arranged this?"
Mo Zhengfeng was so close to crying.
Just minutes ago, he was full of hope, thinking that after his father's arrival, he could teach Chen Yang a harsh lesson and let Chen Yang know the might of the Mie Family.
Yet now, it was his father who was disciplining him.
The shift in the situation was too sudden for Mo Zhengfeng to accept.
