In the living room, only Mo Lian was left crying bitterly.
After about half an hour, Chang Lu rushed downstairs and saw her daughter still sitting on the sofa. She quickly helped her daughter up the stairs.
"Little Lian, why are you quarreling with your father again? Didn't I tell you on the phone that you just have to listen to him!"
Mo Lian said aggrievedly: "Mom, dad actually said that he would let that little sl*t attend the banquet! How can dad say that? Didn't he already chase that little sl*t out of the house?"
Chang Lu stroked her daughter's head and comforted her: "Your dad was angered by you this time. Little Lian, you have to change your temper too. Even with our status, we can't do anything domineering. Otherwise, the one who will lose face will be us the Mo family."
"I can change, but we can't let that little sl*t come back again! Mom, we finally chased them away, how can we let them come back again!"
