"What rubbish are you sprouting? Master will surely have his own reason for deciding in this way! This is not something that we, as subordinates, can discuss? Still not going to hurry and execute his order?" Mo Yi warned sternly.
Mo Er didn't dare to say anything further as he withdrew his neck and hurried off.
Mo Yi looked at his departing back and his forehead creased immediately.
Although in front of others, he had to uphold Master's pride and character, but in actual fact, he himself wasn't sure at all.
Was Master and Third Miss….. really going to end like this?
Actually, as a subordinate, between Murong Fei and Huang Yueli, he liked the latter more. Recalling Murong Fei's two faced demeanour, Mo Yi couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
