Mo Qingchen brought Su Xinyue to Wang Xiao'Er's house quickly.
Through the door, rhythmic crying and wailing could be heard from inside the room.
"Mom, please put down the bone-cutting saber, I won't learn from dad and fool around outside anymore..."
"Honey, honey, put the knife down, we can talk things through calmly..."
"You damned scoundrel! Xiao'Er is about to have a bright future, and you want to drag him into some ridiculous gang? Do you really think I can't wield a saber anymore? Don't you dare hide! Let's see if I won't chop your pig head off today!"
In Xiao'Er's house, a scene of a fierce tigress of a mother chasing down a fleeing father and son was playing out.
Standing outside, Mo Qingchen and Su Xinyue couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.
But the general idea was clear, Xiao'Er's dad might have had some idea of using Xiao'Er's guardian beast to pull off something big, but got blocked by his wife wielding a knife.
