"You unfilial wretch, you good-for-nothing, not avenging your sister and instead dragging your mother back, let go of me, let go!" Mo Hong's family struggled incessantly, scratching and clawing at her eldest son, her mouth not uttering a single clean word.
Mo Yongfu's dark face was scratched with several bloody marks, and as he dodged, he pleaded anxiously, "Mother, please calm down. Continuing like this is no good for anyone."
Mo Hong's family wouldn't listen at all, irrationally continuing to scratch, her cursing growing uglier.
In the presence of so many people, Mo Wu couldn't stand to see her man treated this way by his mother. She said a word to Mo Yan and charged forward, seizing Mo Hong's family's hands and helped Mo Yongfu drag her into the house.