Rich Daddy, Don't Be Arrogant

0Mr. Moh had inserted 49 silver needles into Jiang Nanchen's body. Each of the silver needles penetrated deep into his body, causing the tail of the needle to tremble slightly, forming the sound of a dragon's roar.     0

    

After that, Mr. Moh raised both of his hands and shouted, "Rise!"    

    

A white light appeared in his hands and lifted Jiang Nanchen's body into the air.    

    

Mr. Moh flicked his fingers and a few silver needles pierced into the center of Jiang Nanchen's feet.    

    

After that... Mr. Moh waved both of his hands. Rays of white light surrounded Jiang Nanchen's body and didn't dissipate for a long time.    

    

At this moment, Jiang Nanchen seemed to be in a trance. His body was floating gently without any hindrance. It was as if he had taken off his mortal body and become an immortal.    

    

He was in a state of complete freedom, and he couldn't return to his senses.    

    

A few minutes later, Mr. Moh waved his finger. Silver needles were pulled out from Jiang Nanchen's body and gathered in Jiang Nanxi's hand.    

    

Jiang Nanchen lightly landed on the sofa and laid down. He looked calm and peaceful as if he had fallen asleep.    

    

Jiang Nanxi quickly put down the silver needles and took a blanket to cover Jiang Nanchen.    

    

Jiang Nanxi asked Mr. Moh, "Teacher, is my brother all well?"    

    

Mr. Moh elegantly sat down and rolled his eyes at her. He smiled and said, "You still don't believe me?"    

    

Jiang Nanxi quickly came over and massaged Mr. Moh's shoulders. She smiled and said, "How would I dare? It's just that my brother's injuries are too serious. He has been holding on strongly!"    

    

Mr. Moh nodded. "Don't worry. I guarantee that he will recover to the state before he was injured. He will even be better than that time!"    

    

Jiang Nanxi's eyes lit up. "Thank you, teacher!"    

    

Mr. Moh looked at her. "How can you thank me?"    

    

Jiang Nanxi's heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously looked at her son, Jiang Xiaolang. She quickly smiled and said, "I will cook right away. I will cook teacher's favorite Three Fresh Noodles!"    

    

As she spoke, she quickly ran away.    

    

Mr. Moh drank the tea and smiled without saying a word.    

    

He raised his head and looked at Yeh Beixiao. "Your marriage with Xi?"    

    

Yeh Beixiao had already been stunned by Mr. Moh's Divine Skill. At this moment, he was even more respectful to him.    

    

He quickly said, "I have been preparing. I hope Mr. Moh can stay for a wedding."    

    

Mr. Moh nodded, "Of course!"    

    

He immediately said, "Xi's journey has been very difficult. I hope you will not let her down!"    

    

Yeh Beixiao nodded respectfully. "I love her more than my life. I do not dare to let her down!"    

    

Mr. Moh nodded and pointed at the teacup. He let Yeh Beixiao sit down and drink tea with him.    

    

Bai Xiaotine got up and went to the kitchen to prepare food for Jiang Nanxi.    

    

Jiang Xiaolang stayed behind and obediently accompanied his grandmaster and father.    

    

Currently, he was mature and mature at a young age. Every move he made was steady and measured, and he did not seem to have the naivety and naivety of a young child at all.    

    

Yeh Beixiao looked at his son and couldn't help but feel his heart ache. His son was unfortunate, and his mother died prematurely. Gradually, he had a cold and calm personality. He didn't want his son to follow his old path.    

    

He didn't want him to have any great accomplishments, as long as he was happy and happy. After all, the money he was earning right now was something that the family wouldn't be able to spend in a few lifetimes. There was no need for Jiang Xiaolang to work hard to earn money anymore.    

    

Therefore, he reached out and picked Jiang Xiaolang up, put him on his lap, and pinched his little face. He smiled and said, "You went to kindergarten today. Did you see Zixian? You haven't fought with him recently, have you?"    

    

Jiang Xiaolang curled his lips and said, "He's not my match. I don't want to bother with him. However, he always said to others that I'm his younger brother. He's my older brother. Let others give him face. Don't bully me. It really pissed me off. I really want to beat him up! He's only a few days older than me. Do you want to keep saying that? "    

    

His vexed expression made Mr. Moh and Yeh Beixiao laugh uncontrollably.    

    

Mr. Moh looked at Yeh Beixiao, then at Jiang Xiaolang. He was very pleased. He was relieved that the father and son could get along so well with each other. He also understood Yeh Beixiao's love for Jiang Xiaolang, although he really wanted to take Jiang Xiaolang away. But not in a hurry.