"Mom!" Wang Jie called out, but he said nothing else and merely looked at Chen Mo.
At that moment, Zhang Yu turned her head and spotted Chen Mo as well. Somewhat curiously, she asked, "Eh! Is this your friend, A-Jie?" Chen Mo's face looked familiar, but she could not remember where she had seen him before.
"Ah! Let me explain." Chen Mo smiled. "Your son and I aren't friends."
"What? You and my son aren't friends? Then what are you doing in his villa if you aren't friends?" Zhang Yu frowned as she tried to recall exactly who he was.
"I am..." Before Chen Mo could finish, Zhang Yu took over. "You're Chen Mo?"
"Ha! Looks like you already know. Not bad—you even remembered what I look like!" Chen Mo said.
Zhang Yu immediately stepped in front of Wang Jie and said to Chen Mo, "What are you doing here? A-Jie, make a phone call and call police!"
Zhang Yu had lived in the secular world for a long time, so she had temporarily forgotten that she was a Houtian Layer Two Martial Artist. But when she turned and saw her son standing there stupidly without doing anything, muttering something under his breath, she frowned and could only take out her own phone to call police.
There was nothing to blame Wang Jie for when he failed at such a critical moment. Besides, this was a society ruled by law. Even if this Chen Mo had broken into their home, what could he really do?
With a bang, the phone in Zhang Yu's hand collided with the glass Chen Mo had thrown, and both flew away!
With a swish, Chen Mo leaped over the bar counter and landed directly in front of Zhang Yu.
"No need to call. I think