"So, you have once again come up with a plan to rip the rich off?" Mo Xifeng asked as she glanced at Mo Qiang and raised her face before squishing the face of her sister with her hands. "I have nothing against that but at least keep those expressions of yours in control."
"What do you mean by 'rip,' them off?" Mo Qiang questioned with indignation written on her face. "Firstly, my wine is worthy of the money that I will be asking from them and secondly, there is nothing wrong with taking the money of these rich people as they have a lot to spare."
"Anyway, I am not forcing them to buy the wine. If they reach out and ask me to customize a jar of wine for them, am I ripping them off? By your logic, if a beast falls in the trap dug by a hunter, is it equivalent to them cheating that beast?"
"So you agree that you are laying a trap?"
