Luo Qi couldn't help but shiver. Being stared at by the patriarch of the Mo clan felt like he was about to be devoured by a wild beast.
Those eyes, though seemingly clouded, seemed to gleam with sharp light. In that instant, Luo Qi felt as if he had been thrown into an ancient beast-taming arena, with a white tiger with glaring eyes poised to devour him.
He could almost smell the foul breath from the tiger's mouth.
Luo Qi involuntarily trembled, cold sweat breaking out all over his body. He took half a step back involuntarily, until a warm hand rested on his back, and Luo Qi vaguely came back to his senses.
He wasn't in some beast-taming arena; this was just the kindergarten's office.
Cecilia's expression had turned completely cold, and her gaze towards Mo Li was laced with killing intent. She let out a cold snort, "Patriarch Mo, the matter is not yet clear. Is it appropriate to resort to such underhanded tactics the moment we meet?"
Cecilia scooped up Luo Qi behind her. Luo Qi's forehead was beaded with sweat, his eyes hazy as if his soul had been lost.
Luo Qi slumped listlessly in Cecilia's arms, appearing extremely drowsy.
This was a unique skill of the Mo clan. Everything about this mysterious race was shrouded in mystery. Even Cecilia only knew that this was a unique Mo clan skill, but she didn't understand why Luo Qi reacted so strongly to a mere meeting.
Mo Li narrowed his eyes and smiled, his laughter sinister. "What does His Majesty the Insect King mean? I merely wanted to ask who bullied my child, and now it's considered underhanded?"
His ethereal, immortal-like attire was out of place in the entire office. Disregarding the gazes of those around him, he walked directly to a seat and sat down.
Cecilia let Luo Qi bury his face in her arms and also walked to a seat and sat down.
Mo Li flicked his sleeves and spoke in a low voice, "Your Highness the Insect King, I'm not one to say, but if you can't teach your child properly yourself, you should let someone who can teach them. Otherwise, the child will be disciplined when they go out."
After speaking, Mo Li chuckled, seemingly finding it a good thing that he could help His Majesty the Insect King discipline his child.
Mo Jue looked at the listless Luo Qi with a smug smile. This little bug cub, what of it even if he was the child of the Insect Race King? Wasn't he still subdued by his father at first sight?
Cecilia let out a cold laugh. After so many years, this was the first time she had been so enraged.
Luo Qi listlessly raised his head from Cecilia's arms. "Dad, who was subdued, I'm not saying."
He rubbed his eyes and looked at Mo Jue. Although there was no other expression on his face, Mo Jue sensed a hint of provocation.
"Dad, anyway, I wasn't beaten, and it wasn't me who was pinned down and beaten."
Cecilia looked at the little cub in her arms and laughed heartily, hinting meaningfully, "Yes, I'm not very good at teaching children, I just make sure the child doesn't go out and get beaten."
Mo Jue's face turned ashen, and the injuries from being beaten seemed to start hurting again.
Mo Li's expression became even more displeased. As the patriarch of the Mo clan, his only son went to school and was beaten on the first day. If this got out, it would be a disgrace to the entire interstellar community.
His gaze was obscure, and he slapped Mo Jue hard on the back. "Useless thing."
Mo Jue pursed his lips and remained silent. Although he felt wronged, as so many people had beaten him, he didn't dare to speak to Mo Li now, otherwise, Mo Li would punish him even more severely when they returned.
In the small office, the atmosphere suddenly became stagnant. Teacher Xiao Zhao stood by the door, leaning against the wall, not daring to enter for a long time.
Good heavens, one Insect Race King was already terrifying enough, and now adding the patriarch of the Mo clan, she was about to break out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, at this moment, a robust figure walked over from afar. As the weather was getting cold, he was still wearing a thin jacket, with Xiao Xingxing hanging from one of his arms, swaying in mid-air.
The person was Xiao Xingxing's father, also an elder of the wolf pack in the Beastman clan. Naturally, like Xiao Xingxing, his original form was a gray wolf.
He walked into the office with a frown, Xiao Xingxing hanging from his arm like a swing, his tail and ears popping out happily.
Xiao Heng walked to the office door and saw Teacher Xiao Zhao looking as if she had found a savior. His voice boomed, "Teacher Xiao, what's the matter today?"
Teacher Xiao Zhao smiled and led Xiao Heng into the office, making the small office even more cramped.
Cecilia nodded slightly as a greeting, and Xiao Heng also smiled and nodded. Even knowing that Cecilia was the Insect King, he showed no discomfort or fear.
Xiao Heng turned to look at Mo Li, his hearty smile fading as he spoke coldly, "It was your son who pushed my little wolf?"
Mo Li narrowed his eyes and stood up with a smile. "Are you the elder of the Beastman clan?"
Xiao Heng snorted, "Don't try to get close to me. Just say your son beat my little wolf, how should this matter be settled?"
The smile on Mo Li's face stiffened. He flicked his horsetail whisk and stared intently at Xiao Heng.
Xiao Heng felt his vision blur for a moment, as if he had returned to the Beastman Star. But in an instant, he blinked and realized that he should be seeking justice for his little wolf now, not yearning to return to the Beastman Star.
Xiao Heng berated himself in his heart, his eyes widening like copper bells as he looked at Mo Li. "Don't change the subject, I'm asking about your child."
Mo Li's expression was unpredictable. How could this beastman be unaffected by his illusionary techniques?!