"Dad, go back home, we're about to eat," Chuner said with a hungry belly. Seeing Mo Xiaoqiang still standing there, refusing to leave, she pouted unhappily and demanded he leave.
Upon hearing this, Mo Xiaoqiang glanced at the table and suddenly, his eyes lit up. Most of the dishes were meat. In Mo Family Village, the Mo family was considered above average—neither the wealthiest nor the poorest. However, such dishes were only available during festive occasions. It seemed the rumors outside were true; the old residence was indeed getting wealthy.
"Chuner, daddy hasn't eaten either and I'm really hungry. Hurry and get a bowl and chopsticks for me." With the enticing food in front of him, Mo Xiaoqiang had no shame; he pulled up a stool and sat down with a thick-skinned face.
Everyone in the room was stunned. It was their first time seeing such a shameless person.
"You..."
