"It's getting late; my little dragonling is waiting for me at home for dinner. See you tomorrow," he said, then soared away in full view of everyone present, like a black eagle disappearing beyond the high palace walls.,Mo Xiuyao said calmly, "Tell Mosuiyun that I have taken these two people away. If he wants them back, let him come and get them himself." Mo Xiuyao’s son had caused trouble; when faced with it, his father still had to deal with the consequences, even if he spared Cold Junhan out of respect for Leng Haoyu.,Mo Xiaobao chuckled inwardly. Retribution was just self-comfort for fools and the weak.。