"Why did you beat my son?" Mo Yunlong stared fixedly at Ye Ling and asked.
"He and I have some grievances," Ye Ling said indifferently. "He insulted Zhan Mengqi, so I had to teach him a lesson!"
"Haha, you say he insulted Zhan Mengqi? She didn't show any reaction, did she? If so, shouldn't she have accepted it by now?" Mo Yunlong asked with a cold laugh.
"Besides, whoever my son takes a fancy to, that's his good fortune!"
"Who do you think you are, meddling in my son's and my daughter-in-law's marital affairs? That's ridiculous!" Mo Yunlong said in a haughty manner.
Ye Ling's lips curled into a mocking smile, "Haha, both you and your son are indeed cut from the same cloth, allowing the officials to ignite fires but forbidding the common people from lighting lamps. Haven't your Mo clan done enough of this sort of thing?"
"You're courting death!" Mo Yunlong suddenly bellowed.