So the two women started conversing in public.
"Zi Yun's mom, don't listen to them. Our Ziyue isn't that kind of person!"
"Ziyue's mom, this matter affects not only our Zi Yun's reputation but also the name of our Old Mo Family!"
"It must be the servants gossiping; we shouldn't escalate the situation."
"We don't want to make a fuss either; that'd be embarrassing! But if my son Zi Yun is treated unfairly, we're not pushovers!"
Compared to his wife, Mo Ziyue, the father of Mo ZiYun, remained much more silent, only occasionally glancing at Bai Xiaosheng with varying expressions.
What they were thinking inside, outsiders could not know.
Compared to the second table, the younger people at the third table talked much less about the incident, simply because Mo ZiYun was sitting at that table.
With one glance, who would dare make a joke about it openly?
Mo ZiYun might very well become the next Family Head.
