Mo Ye looked at the few people glaring at him like tigers eyeing their prey, feeling deeply regretful in his heart.
He was young and reckless back then, making all kinds of foolish promises.
Now, life was basically slapping him in the face.
But.
Even if he had to call them "adoptive father," he absolutely wasn't going to give up.
Mo Ye secretly glanced at Ye Wu, who was standing outside the battle circle.
Ye Wu was watching with great interest, showing no intention of interfering.
Mo Ye braced himself—he had to let the master know just how much he was willing to give.
With a calm expression, he said, "Greetings, four adoptive fathers. Are you waiting here to give your son a meeting gift?"
The four: "..."
Hu Jiuling was completely stunned: "Mo Ye gege! I knew you were shameless, but I didn't know you were THIS shameless."
The other three stared at Mo Ye with even more vigilance.
They had already developed a bad feeling last night.
