Discipline cute little sweet cat

"That's it, don't talk nonsense, just remember." Mo Jue impatiently interrupted Mo Sa's chatter, and asked sharply: "Why did you resign suddenly, and why didn't you explain Mu Xiaoxi's change of attending doctor to Young Master Mo?"

Mo Sa was sweating profusely in anxiety, but couldn't say a complete sentence, "This... this is because..."

"What are you hesitating for? Don't waste Mo Shao's time. Speak!" Mo Jue turned his wrist, and a thin knife appeared in his hand. He stepped forward vigorously, and the knife touched Mo Sa's neck. The blade had a gloomy glow. Light.

Mo Sa was frightened by the coldness on his neck, his face turned pale. He said tremblingly, "Because I have reached retirement age. As for Miss Mu's matter, the replacement doctor will notify Young Master Mo." His voice was stained. A little too anxious, the old eyes showed unconcealable tension, and the palms of the hands holding the hem of the clothes on the side were sweating.

Mo Jue looked at him dubiously, as if he didn't quite believe this kind of rhetoric.

"Doctor Mosa, I remember you came late, you are 13 years old this year." Mo Jingfeng on the other side of the screen saw Mosa's expression in his eyes, and said with a smile.

Mo Sa's thin body shook, and he raised his head in fear, meeting the eyes of Mo Jingfeng on the screen for the first time. .

"I heard that Mr. Ling is very interested in the cultures of various countries. I wonder if Jing Feng is lucky enough to invite Mr. Ling to travel in China." Amber eyes burst out with a sharp light, as if he had seen through Mosa's lies, his tone A cold, compelling aura was transmitted from the screen.

Mo Sa was stunned by Mo Jingfeng's appearance. The son who is only in his 40s is very precious. Mo Sa immediately said: "I'm sorry, I have no choice but to force me to resign...Young Master Mo... Let go of my son, he is still young!"

Mo Jingfeng stood up unhurriedly, took out a bottle of red wine from the cupboard behind him, and slowly poured it into the goblet. The wine-red liquid slowly filled the glass, and Mosa's voice filled his ears. beg for mercy.

"Young Master Mo, it's my fault! Let my son go!"

"I am willing to accept any punishment!!"

Shaking the cup in his hand, the wine-red liquid made beautiful ripples in the cup, Mo Jingfeng looked at Mosa in the video, with a playful expression as if he was playing with the cup in his hand.

"I want to hear the truth." Mo Jingfeng completely ignored his shouting, a slight smile appeared on his sexy thin lips, and his amber eyes were shining with a bewitching gaze.

Mo Sa nodded hurriedly, for fear that Mo Jingfeng would change his mind, "A month ago, there was a woman who came to the hospital to visit Ms. Mu frequently, and she sat and talked with Ms. Mu all afternoon. I thought she was Ms. Mu's friends didn't stop her, and thought that if there were friends talking with her, maybe some miracle would happen."

"But one day that woman suddenly told me that she had a better treatment team and asked me to leave. Of course I refused. She resigned and left, saying that someone would come to replace her." Mosa told what happened verbatim, "And she especially emphasized that she couldn't inform you. I've been struggling with this for a month, but I can't take my family's money. Life is a joke."