"I believe I just said that my name was Chen Mo, but you didn't listen. Besides, I don't know—and don't need to know—what the consequences are. As for what you said, could you not casually speak for the Yuan Family? Honestly, you don't have the standing to represent the Yuan Family," Chen Mo said.
Yuan Lizhi did not know how to respond. At the root of it, he truly could not represent the Yuan Family. Still, there was nothing wrong with waving the Yuan Family's banner outside. But after Chen Mo put it that way, he did not know what to do. He stared at Chen Mo, the hatred in his eyes seeming ready to spill over.
However, he did not step forward again. Attacking meant suffering losses and getting hurt. Even if he lacked brains, his body was still honest. His injured hand hung at his side, blood dripping steadily to the floor. His body had no choice but to be honest.
When Yuan Ruoshan saw Yuan Lizhi's injury, she looked as though she had expected it all along. She turned and took out some emergency medicine from the room's medicine cabinet, handed it to Yuan Ruohua, and gestured to him. If she wanted to personally go over and bandage Yuan Lizhi's hand, he was dreaming. Who had just been threatening her? Taking out the medicine was already generous enough.
By now, Yuan Ruohua was completely dumbfounded and slow to react. He took what Yuan Ruoshan handed him and simply held it without moving. Chen Mo had given him too many shocks. He did not know what to do; his brain had completely crashed.
If his old father had not stepped up just now, and he had gone instead, what would have happened? The mere thought made him shudder.