The next day
At noon, the members of the Mo family were gathered around the table eating.
Old Lady Mo knew that Mo Xiaoqiang had managed to stay at the old residence for dinner the previous night and was very pleased; a real father had a different impact indeed.
"Qiangqiang, did you ask Madam Xie, that wretched woman, for silver?"
"With that idiot over there, such a sensitive issue, how could I dare to ask?" Mo Xiaoqiang said listlessly, pushing the green vegetables around on his plate; they were wilted and dull, without a trace of oil, and recalling last night's meal at the old residence left him savoring the memory.
"Are you a pig or what? So stupid, don't you know to quietly pull that wretched woman aside and ask her? Just make sure Xuexue doesn't hear," Old Lady Mo said, thinking herself quite clever.
"Madam Xie isn't mute, would she not speak out?" Mo Xiaoqiang scoffed, dismissing the idea as ridiculous.
