C1875 So It Was the Fault of Muslims

"I'll take him to dinner first. I'll talk to you later."

Mu Shangming was tightly hugged by Mu Dingtian, but he could not push him away. He could only explain it to Mo Xiao in this way.

Mo Xiao nodded and told him to go without worry.

Mu Shangming looked like he wanted to say something, but he still helplessly carried Mu Dingtian to the dining hall.

Wait. Mu Dingtian