Mo Wenwan's face was almost ashen, but in this situation, she still had to clean up the mess for Mo Qian. She softened her tone and said:
"Miss Qin, this time my younger brother indeed misspoke. You, being magnanimous, please don't hold it against him."
Qin Miaomiao glanced at her and smirked:
"Miss Mo, your younger brother's temperament really needs more correction. As for my matter, I can choose to overlook it."
Mo Wenwan had just exhaled a bit of relief when she heard Qin Miaomiao say:
"However, daring to slander my godfather—this matter cannot be let go so easily. Otherwise, people might think my godfather is someone who can be disrespected by anyone! Little Sixth, take action. Don't cripple him."
Mo Wenwan shook with rage but was utterly helpless. Mo Qian's face was full of panic, as Little Sixth dragged him away like a dead dog! When Little Sixth took action, he was never soft-handed.
