Mo Yan, who was serving dishes to the little ones of the Han Family, heard the commotion outside and stood up. She excused herself to the women and hurried out. Witnessing Old Man Mo, Mo Yongfu, and his son kneeling on the ground and the unrecognizable Mo Hong's family lying on the door plank looking neither human nor ghost, she was so furious that she clenched her teeth.
Had it not been for the distinguished guests in the main hall, making a scene would have looked bad, she would have thrown them out long ago.
Mo Qingze, sitting on his chair, unmoved, stared at the three people crying pitifully on the ground. His normally gentle face was exceptionally grim, "What are you doing?"
