Chapter 336

Chapter 336 - Beautiful Man Xu Moyu

“Shang Cijie,” Mu Sifa bellowed.

Yet, Shang Cijie, leading the way, did not halt and continued into the courtyard.

“Mr. Mu, please stay here.”

Hei Zi restrained Mu Sifa because he appeared overly threatening and there was concern he might harm Shang Cijie.

Mu Sifa, refusing to be passive, shoved Hei Zi aside and angrily marched towards Shang Cijie.

But Hei Zi was tough. He caught up and aimed a gun at Mu Sifa’s head, his tone icy, “I don’t want to harm Mr. Mu, so please halt here and avoid disturbing Mr. Xiaojie.”

“Not disturb? My wife is secretly involved with someone else, why wouldn't I intervene?” Mu Sifa, enraged, knocked Hei Zi's gun aside and hurried after Shang Cijie.

A secret affair? Hei Zi was taken aback. Had he misunderstood something?

“Just a moment, please.”

Before Mu Sifa could angrily reach Shang Cijie, the guards at the entry halted him.

Hei Zi approached and took the boy into his arms.

The man was none other than Han Shaolin's wife, the current High Priestess of the Dao of Huaxia, also known as Mr. Moyu, whom Shang Cijie frequently mentioned.

The child Hei Zi was holding was Xu Moyu’s son, Xu Mochen.

When Liu Tie heard Sun Tie refer to him as Young Master, surprise flickered in his eyes. He knew the underworld often said Xu Moyu’s beauty surpassed even that of women.

Always, Mu Sifa had taken Han Shaolin's compliments as mere flattery, since no one dared offend Han Shaolin in China, and people naturally sought his favor.

Yet, it was only upon seeing Xu Moyu that Mu Sifa realized there was no exaggeration. Xu Moyu was genuinely handsome, his beauty so striking it seemed as though he stepped out of a painting.

Is that Xu Moyu?

The scene was mesmerizing, but in an instant, Mu Sifa’s expression turned sour. He would not be charmed by Xu Moyu’s looks.

He stepped forward and positioned Shang Cijie behind him so he wouldn’t have to face Xu Moyu directly.

Observing this, a spark of interest appeared on Xu Moyu’s lips. It turned out he was still guarding Xiaojie, not the scoundrel he feared. Concerned that Xiaojie might specifically choose China, it seems he was overthinking. How could this man forsake Xiaojie at such a time? He clearly saw him as a romantic rival.

“Did Mr. Mu perhaps misunderstand something?” Xu Moyu asked, his lips pursed, the previous coldness gone.