Facing their shameless actions,
Mo Xiaoqiang was furious.
It was only at this moment that he realized how annoying his behavior had been in the past.
"Don't pick the watermelons, get out of here now," Mo Xiaoqiang, holding the sickle he used to cut watermelons, shouted at them loudly.
This move startled Old Lady Mo and the others.
"Qiangqiang, have you lost your mind? Pointing a knife at your own mother, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?" Old Lady Mo's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Mo Xiaoqiang, her eldest son, whom she used to like a lot. However, his recent actions had disappointed her.
"You all aren't afraid of being bandits, what do I have to fear?"
"Big brother, you're going too far, how can you describe us as bandits?" Mo Daoyan looked at Mo Xiaoqiang with a face full of unhappiness and blame.
Mo Xiaoqiang glared at him: "What? Guilty but not willing to admit it?"