What can being angry at this humble one do? It doesn't help at all!
The boy servant criticized in his mind, but he dared not show this on the surface at all. He could only say with an obsequious smile, "The beauties have been left at the inn!"
Mo Kun bolted up from his seat and smashed basically everything he could in the living room. Afterwards, he shouted, utterly discomfited, "How dare this brat spurn me!"
His beauties! If you didn't want them, send them back!
Yet you assigned them to the inn to remove the night soil. Only that guy surnamed Mo would do such a thing.
Oh that's not it. Only that guy called Mo Lian would do such a thing!
Mo Kun was burning in fury as he paced back and forth in the living room. He was stepping on broken pieces of porcelain, which repeatedly made crunching sounds.
"Vassal Prince."
"Scram!"
