"Martial Emperor Chen, come out here!" Mo Su Yun, wearing an imperial robe and wielding a sword with murderous intent, charged over.,Ye Li patted his shoulder with some感慨 (sigh), "Alright, go and deal with the matter first. If you misbehave again in future, I won’t spare you!" It was already a time when she couldn't ruffle her son’s head anymore. Sixteen-year-old Mo Xiaobao had long been taller than Ye Li.,Ye Li sighed softly, looking at Mo Xiaobao’s playful look and Mu Su Yun’s solemn expression, she shook her head and said, "My son is mischievous; please forgive him."。