Then a star-shaped silver object hit his hand that touched Ye Chuqing's shoulder as fast as lightning.

"Don't touch her." Ye Jiuming's tender voice was hostile and annoyed. In an instant, he had dragged Ye Chuqing away from him a few meters away, looking at him vigilantly.

Mo Fengya never expected that the little boy would take action so quickly and accurately. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and shrank his hand to avoid it.

The star-shaped vortex hidden weapon pierced into the wall with a fierce wind and completely submerged, which shows how terrible the force is.

When Feiying Purgatory saw it, he immediately flew forward alertly and stood in front of Mo Fengya.[

This child dared to attack their boss in front of them, which was abominable.

I have never seen such an arrogant child, no, even adults have never seen him, provoking them will be a dead end.

In an instant, the gun in the Mo family's hands had already pointed at the mother and son.

Ye Jiuming stood in front of Ye Chuqing and made a defensive posture ready to counterattack at any time. He shot Mo Fengya fiercely with his beautiful eyes.

A hint of surprise flashed across Mo Fengya Yejun's face, thinking of something he thought of.

Then he became gloomy, glanced at Ye Chuqing, and then Ye Jiuming, as if he was unbelievable.

"Are you the little white-faced person on the phone?" Mo Fengya's low voice was faintly dissatisfied and contempt.

Ye Jiuming's eyes suddenly flashed with fire.

It was outrageous that this man dared to look at him with such contempt.

No wonder I felt that the relationship between this man and me would not be simple in the future when I saw his photo. I felt that he hated it.

So that's it. He has always robbed his mother, which is abominable.

How could Ye Jiuming lose in the hands of this man? Mommy is his, so no man is allowed to be hurt.

He raised his head, raised his chin proudly, and smiled viciously: "It's me, are you the arrogant old man on the phone?"

A low sound of air conditioning suddenly sounded around.

Even Ye Chuqing realized that the temperature was falling sharply, and the entire room was filled with cold air.

The Mo family members quietly looked at the gloomy handsome face of Mo Fengya, who was ridiculed by the little ghost as an old man.

In fact, how could their boss be an old man? But standing in front of such a young and energetic little ghost, the boss really looks much older.

Old man... Old man...
Chapter completed!