Chapter 32 Can you give me your contact information?
"Chi Feng, I am your uncle after all, how can you talk to me like this?" Mo Huaicheng looked at him in shock, his heart filled with embarrassment and anger.
Before Mo Chifeng left the imperial capital, he was always respectful and polite to him, but when he came back, he seemed like a different person, humiliating him in front of so many people.
He had long known that Mo Chifeng had resentment towards him, but he did not expect that Mo Chifeng would challenge him regardless of the occasion.
Sure enough, are your wings hard? You think you have some status and you can’t wait to break up with him?
"Didn't my uncle say that I have no education from my parents since I was a child and that I am uneducated? In this case, you still expect me to speak to you in a humble and polite manner?" Mo Chifeng looked at him, shrugged helplessly and said nonchalantly, "Sorry, no!
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Everyone, "..."
Anyone can see the tension between the two of them. Mo Chifeng's "uneducated" rhetoric was clearly intentional. It not only satirized Mo Huaicheng's lack of moral integrity, but also showed that he and Mo Huaicheng
The contradiction is irreconcilable.
Mo Chifeng had no other shortcomings except being too arrogant, which had nothing to do with being uneducated.
"How can anyone say such a thing about his own nephew? This Mo Chifeng must not have had a good life in his early years in the Mo family. It's so pitiful. Both his parents are dead, and he is still being insulted and plotted by his own relatives!"
"I used to think Mo Huaicheng was a good person, but..."
Some people began to sympathize with Mo Chifeng's experience and criticized Mo Huaicheng. They did not notice that Mo Huaicheng's daughter, Mo Yuan, was standing beside them, and her words were all listened to.
She put down her phone and couldn't help shouting, "That's enough!"
Her voice was sharp, which was extremely obvious in the relatively quiet banquet hall. People close to her looked disgusted and backed away. She was instantly exposed to everyone's eyes.
It's not a good thing to be the center of attention because of your roar, let alone on someone else's territory. Mo Yuan's red lips trembled, she calmed down, pointed at the person who just spoke, and hesitated, "They insulted my father first... It's their fault.
,I just..."
She quickly stepped forward and hugged Mo Huaicheng's arm, pressing her face against it.
"Mr. Qian, let's leave first. I'll come see you alone another day."
Before leaving, he did not forget to glare at Mo Chifeng, which even implicated Jian Mu behind him.
At the beginning of the birthday banquet, everything went to his liking, but since Mo Chi Feng came, things have changed. Especially now, the entire birthday banquet is like a stage specially provided for the Mo family, and a farce is being staged. Qian Lao was really in no mood, so he pulled Qian Zhaozhao out of the back door, unwilling to do so.
After coming out of Qian's house and standing on the roadside, Rong Lingling waved to Tang Jiayin who was about to get into the driver's car and return to Tang's house. Then he walked around to his beloved car and was about to open the door when he heard Mo Chi
The wind came from behind.
"Lingling, can you give me your contact information?" She turned around and saw Mo Chifeng's mobile phone had been handed over.
She raised her eyebrows and smiled, took the phone and pressed a series of numbers on it.
He clearly meant it as a question, but he handed the phone over directly, obviously not allowing her to refuse.
She returned the phone to him, and he took it with one hand. At the same time, he spread out the other hand and looked at her with burning eyes.
She understood what he meant, handed her mobile phone into his palm, and said with some force, "Please!"
"Miss Rong's car is nice!" Jian Mu's focus was on her car. After she exchanged contact information with Mo Chifeng, she praised it.
"Thank you."
She thanked them and did not continue to chat with them. She got in the car and inadvertently noticed the car next to her through the car window.
"What a coincidence." She murmured.
The black Porsche next to it actually belongs to Mo Chifeng and the others.