บท 694: 188: Misery Shangguan Furong, I want to divorce you!_2

Oddly enough, the old Master Mo didn't lose his temper, but instead pointed to the chair and said, "Sit down."

Mo Baichuan took a seat on the chair.

With his back to him, Old Master Mo heaved a sigh and then asked, "Baichuan, have you really made up your mind?"

"Yes, grandfather," Mo Baichuan replied: "I've decided."

He never made decisions he would regret later. Now that he had crossed this threshold, he wouldn't turn back.

"There are so many girls in Beijing, why did you choose Zhao Jingrong of all people?" Old Master Mo turned to look at Mo Baichuan, "Do you realize that Zhao Jingrong could have almost been your aunt by marriage!"

In ancient times, this would have been punishable by submersion in a pig cage!

By the time he said that last sentence, Old Master Mo could hardly control his volume.