You Blame Me for Being Popular?

Old Mo pursed his lips in disdain and reprimanded the Divine Lord expert who had just arrived.

"Tell me, why did you have to be with that selfish Duan Yangyun? You wouldn't even know if he sold you one day!"

Shangguan Hong said, "Dean Duan once saved my life. I promised him that I would work for him for a thousand years. It's not time yet…"

Old Mo looked disappointed.

"You silly kid, you're really stubborn! Then perhaps that bastard Duan Yangyun deliberately schemed against you!"

"If I hadn't been watching Duan Yangyun all these years, you might have been played to death by him!"

"I'm so angry! I've been brilliant my entire life. Why do I have a useless nephew like you!"

Shangguan Hong pursed his lips and said weakly, "Third Uncle… I'm a Divine Lord after all. I can't be considered useless, right?"

"How dare you argue?!"

The next moment, Old Mo merely widened his eyes.