"Big Brother! You..." Mo Yining was both sorrowful and angry, "You're really so heartless! If it were Mo Wenxue who had been kidnapped, would you still be acting this way!"
"Wenxue is law-abiding, how would he ever…" Mo Yiming instinctively retorted, but he quickly realized that his words hurt the harmony and clamped his mouth shut.
However, it was already too late.
Mo Yining was in a frenzy, like a keg of gunpowder about to explode.
"What do you mean? What do you mean!" Mo Yining, flushed with agitation, demanded loudly, "Are you saying that our Qianyan had it coming?"
Mo Yining finally erupted, swinging a fist straight at Mo Yiming's face.
Although Mo Yiming raised his hand to block, the force still landed solidly on him.
Just this one blow wasn't enough to vent his anger.
Mo Yining raised his fist again and swung it.
The two tangled and fought, neither willing to give in nor able to overpower the other.