The moment Duanmu Chen was bounced out by Jimo's powerful aura, he did not stop and defend himself, but grabbed his wrist, and his tears could not be controlled.

Duanmuchen has always given him the feeling of loving the house and the Wu, and only because he is Yue Qingqing's son, he pampers him so much.

It was not until now that he realized that Duanmu Chen's love for him was no less than Yue Qing's.

His father only does not hide his thoughts to his mother, but to others, all his feelings are hidden deep.

But when it exploded, it was so shocking.

Feeling the palm that fell on his head, Yue Xiaoxuan raised her head and looked at the weak handsome face in front of her, tears flowing even more fiercely.

"Xuanbao, you are right! As long as you stick to your original intention, you will do nothing wrong! Maybe you will be criticized by thousands of people, don't retreat. As long as you think it's worth it!" Duanmu Chen's voice was extremely hoarse, and his dark eyes were full of them.

All are full of smiles.

Everything is for your mother, everything for your mother.

No matter what you do, you cannot be blamed, and others are not qualified to blame.

What's more, Xuan Bao really did a good job. He deceived everyone except for a few people close to him.

Yue gently hugged two men, one big and one small, and crystal tears slid from her eyes, and in a blink of an eye the momentum she released was shattered.

"Qing'er, the betting is not over yet!"

"I'll accompany you!" Yue's gentle voice trembled slightly.

Duanmu Chen shook his head, stood up with his hand on her arm, left Yue's gentle embrace, and walked towards Jimo.

His steps were messy, and blood was constantly sprinkling down where he passed, but he did not stop for a moment, and he was extremely firm step by step until he stood in front of Jimo.

Even when facing the man in front of him who could play with him by just being under pressure, Duanmu Chen did not show any timidity, nor did he retreat at all.

"Your Highness Chen, I really look at you with admiration!" Jimo looked at the person in front of him. The lazy and lazy mood had disappeared. The expression on his face was less gentle and more sharp.

His smiling eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light flowed, with awesome momentum.

"Each each other!" Duanmu Chen's voice was extremely hoarse, but the dignity revealed from his bones made him seem weak in Jimo's eyes.

"I still have a palm. I wonder when His Highness Chen will drag it to the end?" Jimo curled his lips, and the cold light in his eyes became more and more intense.

After living for so many years, he has never suffered such a big loss, and it is still in the hands of a person who is weaker than him. This is something he has never seen before.

This great shame and humiliation tore off his disguise a little.

But it was only in that moment that Jimo became warm again after that.

"Young Master Jimo, if I remember correctly, you are talking about punching. It seems that I have never used a fist so far."

"Does Your Highness Chen want to follow him to play a word game?"

"What's wrong?" Duanmu Chen raised his eyebrows, pointed to the contract letter floating in the air, and said, "It's written clearly. If Master Jimo doesn't believe it, let me clap a few more hands and take a look.

Will this contract disappear?”
Chapter completed!