Mo Sang finally forced a smile and said, "Young Master, I trust you very much. However, if you get injured by the aftermath of the battle, then it would be dangerous. Don't you think so? If Young Master likes it, you can go to the town bar some other day. Mo Sang will treat you to a drink, okay?" After all, Mo Sang was a noble and didn't want to provoke him.
"Mosanggan? Peng liver? Drinking wine?" Li Yeyu pretended to be concerned and said,"Uncle Mosang, since your liver is injured, it's better not to drink wine!"
Mo Sang Gan stared blankly for a moment, then he quickly reacted and said in a deep voice,"This young master really doesn't want to leave?" Mo Sang Gan hated others calling him 's liver hurt'. He didn't expect that Li Yeyu would shamelessly say such things in front of so many p
