Mo Yaner was extremely aggravated. That vixen spirit, truly treating her like a servant.
"Hehe…, Concubine, come here for a moment." Mo Yaner bit her teeth in hatred inside, yet her face was all smiles; under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
"What's wrong? Aren't you hurrying to clean up the dining table?" Auntie Sun disdainfully glanced at Li Feng and his two sons—a trio dressed in tattered clothes, like beggars—and scornfully curled her lips, thinking, truly a bunch of paupers.
"No rush, I'll clean up in a bit, come over here, hehe!" Mo Yaner harbored anger in her belly, yet still smiled, her face almost cramping up.
"So annoying." Auntie Sun, swaying her sinuous waist, walked over, standing very haughtily, her eyes glancing towards the ceiling, her tone very impatient: "What is it?"
The people of the Mo family, aside from Old Lady Mo having left, had all finished their meals and were bored, all of them watching the scene unfold.
