At the mention of a dim room in a brothel, Mo Hong's face became extremely unsightly, but upon hearing the words "Forty taels of silver," a flicker of hesitation crossed her face.
"Mother, you can't do this, you just can't!" Mo Yonglu couldn't bear it, and to everyone's shock, he, a grown man, began to weep and clutch his head in anguish.
Mo Hong was torn by his crying and also lured by the forty taels of silver. With that silver, their family's life could improve, and her Yongxi would be able to have a proper dowry, perhaps marrying into a better household.
As she wavered, Old Man Mo suddenly interjected, "Eight taels is enough, my family may be poor, but I will not send my daughter into the flames."
In the corner, Mo Yan heard this and curled her lip in disdain; she didn't believe Old Man Mo was not greedy for silver. It was more likely that he feared losing face if his family produced a prostitute!
