The savage smile in Meng Jifang's heart had yet to fade, and he thought of his current situation…
It was not any better.
He was even worse off than Meng Yan, the foolish person. At least he did not know anything about human affairs, and he did not know what stupid things he had done.
Marquis Meng looked at Imperial Duke Meng's eldest grandson, then he looked at his own son. He suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing at all to get his son to acknowledge a master.
Mo Chusheng was surrounded by important figures, both the Crown Prince and the young heir. She was very impressive. If this person was willing to accept his son, who was a profligate son, as her disciple, it would seem that his son had hit the jackpot…
As he was thinking, Xie Qiao came down.
She was not surprised to see the father and son.
"You've changed your clothes?" Xie Qiao was quite surprised. "Can you accept it?"