The people of the Mo family, except for Old Lady Mo, had no idea what Xuexue was saying.
After haranguing Old Lady Mo, Xuexue left with Zi Xia.
Having listened to Xuexue's words, Old Lady Mo lost her appetite, put down her chopsticks, and sat on the stool, deep in thought.
"Mother, what on earth was Xuexue talking about?" Mo Daoyan held a pig's trotter in his hand, eating it greedily with oil all over his mouth, while asking Old Lady Mo.
Famished from missing a whole morning's meal, they finally had such a decent spread. Not wanting to waste it and driven by the thought that it's better to overeat than starve, Mo Daoyan continued gnawing even after he was full.
"Who knows what that little cheap thing was babbling about? Mother doesn't understand," Old Lady Mo said ill-temperedly, her mood already foul.
"Should we still go to the government office to file a complaint tomorrow?"
