章 610: What's Wrong, My Good Daughter?

However, Old Mr. Mo was no match for Zou Xingxing. Although he stood in front of his younger daughter, he couldn't escape the fate of being possessed by her.

"Daddy…?" Mo Yun saw that her father's mouth and nose were completely filled with black fog. She was so frightened that her body trembled uncontrollably.

"What's wrong, my good daughter?" Old Mr. Mo—no—Zou Xingxing asked. He turned around and grabbed Mo Yun's neck with his wrinkled hands like an eagle's claw.

After being controlled by Zou Xingxing, Old Mr. Mo's strength had reached an astonishing level. He squeezed Mo Yun so hard that she stuck out her tongue in pain.

While Zou Xingxing was happily admiring Mo Yun's pained expression, Beitang Lie suddenly pounced over. He jumped down from above and leaped towards Old Master Mo, pinning him to a nearby sofa.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough!" Mo Yun collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.