"Miss An, then, I heard that Wu Yuan is still your fiancé. How is this possible?" Zhou Xiuli said with a look of astonishment.
"I have no relationship with him for a long time." An Anhui explained quickly, for fear that others would mention Wu Yuan as her fiancé again.
An Anhui used to admire Wu Yuan and felt that Wu Yuan was the number one master among the younger generation and could give her a sense of security. However, after seeing Mo Hai's strength, she realized what it means that there are mountains beyond the mountains.
Compared to Wu Yuan, Mo Hai is a god above the nine heavens, with vast supernatural powers.
"Xiao Hai, from now on, you can no longer kill people at will." The old lady came back to her senses and warned her seriously.
Mo Hai smiled and nodded.
The heavy rain is still falling.
At this moment, the hearts of people like the old lady are as hard to calm down as the surface of a lake hit by heavy rain.
Zhou Xiuli and Zhou Xuemei could not help but secretly rejoice that fortunately they had repaired their relationship with Zhou Xiaorong.
When we left West Lake, it was already evening, and An Xinhui made a reservation at a restaurant next to West Lake that boasted three Michelin stars.
After dinner, Mo Hai asked An Anhui to book a hotel. After sending his grandmother home, Mo Hai went back to the hotel with his parents and sister to rest.
The old lady, her eldest daughter, and her second daughter returned to the villa, and Zhou Changyong and others were also in the villa.
When the old lady saw Zhou Changyong and others, the first thing she said was: "In the future, you must never go against Xiaorong's family. Do you understand?"
"Mom, don't worry. If she doesn't mess with us, we won't mess with her. And I don't think their family will be proud for much longer." Zhou Changyong said lightly, still dissatisfied with Zhou Xiaorong in his heart.
"Brother, please stop saying angry words. You are not here this afternoon. If you were here, you would be scared to death. Zhou Xiaorong's son is not a good person." Zhou Xiuli said with lingering fear.
"I'm not that timid. Even if he knows Mr. Wu, what about Miss An? Can he still scare me to death?" Zhou Changyong sneered.
Zhou Xiuli shook her head and smiled bitterly, telling everything that happened on the West Lake today.
After Zhou Xiuli finished speaking, the expressions of people like Zhou Changyong were dull.
"Mr. Wu's son was killed by Mo Hai? How is this possible? If it were true, how could Mr. Wu be so polite to Mo Hai today?" Zhou Changyong said in disbelief. Started by
"Brother, it is precisely because of this that we can explain how terrible Xiaorong's son is. You'd better repair your relationship with Xiaorong, otherwise, your life will not be stable in the future." Zhou Xiuli said solemnly.
Zhou Changyong and others now realized that the situation was serious. If this was true, it would be okay.
However, they were still unwilling to bow to Zhou Xiaorong.
"Brother, I have said what I should say. You are trying to save face and suffer the consequences. As long as you bow your head to Xiaorong, our Zhou family can become the first-class family in Hangzhou in the future. But if you don't have a good relationship with Xiaorong, you will not be able to get along well with Xiaorong in the future.
Our Zhou family may not even have the qualifications to be a second-rate family." Zhou Xiuli said.
"Let's discuss this matter later. I can't afford to offend Zhou Xiaorong, my son, so why can't I afford to hide from him?" Zhou Changyong said with a complex expression. He was in a very confused mood now and needed to calm down and think carefully.
At night, the Aman Hotel on the bank of the West Lake is one of the most upscale hotels in Hangzhou.
An Anhui did not leave, but sat in the antique teahouse with Mo Hai and his family, drinking tea and chatting.
When An Anhui talked about what happened in Cangnan Martial Arts last time, Zhou Xiaorong, Mo Weiguo, and Mo Yu were all deeply shocked.
"Xiaohai, how many things are you hiding from me?" Zhou Xiaorong asked in shock.
"Mom, I have nothing to hide from you. It's just this kind of thing. I want to find an opportunity to tell you slowly. Since you all know this time, that's fine. I'll just tell you about my current situation. I've already
I don’t go to work anymore. Now I live in a villa in the middle of the mountain in Shanghai. I have a few disciples. My usual task is to practice cultivation. Of course, I am not short of money. Dad, Mom, you don’t have to go to work. How much does it cost?
, just tell me." Mo Hai said.
"Even if you are very powerful now, dad and mom still have to go to work, and people can't be too idle." Mo Weiguo said quickly.
"Your dad is right. Your dad and I should continue to work. Seeing that you are so capable now, mom is relieved. It's just Xiaohai, you have to think twice before doing anything in the future. Although you are very powerful,
But now, after all, it is not an ancient society. If you are too public and attract the attention of the country, it will be very troublesome. I heard that every country has a mysterious department that specializes in studying supernatural phenomena. Don’t let them arrest you for research.
." Zhou Xiaorong said seriously.
"Mom, you are overthinking. Who in this world can catch me?" Mo Hai said with a smile.
"Look at you, you are too young and energetic. You must know that it is not good for you to keep a low profile and show your sharpness." Zhou Xiaorong lectured.
"Okay, I'll just keep a low profile from now on." Mo Hai said helplessly, he still had to listen to his mother's words.
Suddenly, An Anhui's mobile phone vibrated. An Anhui took the mobile phone, walked aside, and answered the call. It was Li Hongdao calling, and he wanted to see Mo Hai.
"Mr. Li, do you still want to seek revenge from Mr. Mo?" An Anhui frowned and asked in a low voice.
"Miss An, you misunderstood. Mr. Mo's magical powers have opened my eyes today. I want to pay him a visit. I don't mean any harm." Li Hongdao said.
After hearing that Li Hongdao was not here for revenge, An Hui's expression softened.
An Anhui covered the phone, came to Mo Hai, and conveyed Li Hongdao's intention. Mo Hai happened to have time tonight and did not refuse.
Half an hour later, Li Hongdao arrived.
When he met Mo Hai this time, Li Hongdao didn't have any airs. He was a little reserved in front of Mo Hai.
"Mr. Li, sit down." Mo Hai said with a slight smile.
Li Hongdao sat down and Zhou Xiaorong poured a cup of tea for Li Hongdao. Li Hongdao thanked him and then looked at Mo Hai to express his intention.
"Master Mo, today I am too blind to see Mount Tai. If I offend you, I still hope that Haihan will do it."
"I came to you this time. Firstly, I want to express my admiration for you. Secondly, I want to invite you to serve as a judge for this year's Chinese Martial Arts Competition. I wonder if Mr. Mo is interested?"
"Not interested." Mo Hai said directly without thinking, even if it was a martial arts competition, Mo Hai wouldn't have much interest, let alone a martial arts competition with this kind of performance.
"Master Mo, I know that with your current level of cultivation, you don't look down on this kind of martial arts competition, but it will not hurt you to participate in this kind of competition. With your strength, you are qualified to serve as the president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association."