"Their bullying is simply outrageous, absolutely outrageous!" In the room, Mo Qingze erupted in rage, lifting his hand and hurling a cup to the ground. It was the first time he had lost his temper so severely.
Mo Yan watched a perfectly fine set of white porcelain lose a piece in distress, seeing her father reach for a second one, she quickly rushed to stop him, "Father, why should we damage our own possessions over someone else's mistake! Those two women and their daughter will get their comeuppance sooner or later, to let out your frustrations, but please don't let yourself get sick over this…"
Calm down by Mo Yan's words, Mo Qingze finally regained his composure. Looking at his daughter, who was all smiles, he glared and said, "You still find a way to laugh knowing what the Cui family might do?"
Mo Yan immediately ceased her laughter and put on a bitter expression, "Then what do you suggest we do?"
