Mo Qingwu's face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with disbelief and tears welling up. She sniffed, "Sister Qingcheng, what...what do you mean by this?"

"Mo Qingwu, are you my father's adopted daughter?"

"yes!"

Am I my father's eldest daughter?

"yes!"

"Shouldn't you call me 'sister'?"

"yes!"

"Isn't there a saying that an elder sister is like a mother?"

"yes!"

"In that case, why can't you fill out a form for your elder sister and mother?"

"puff!"

Mo Qingcheng's words dug a huge pit, and Mo Qingwu unknowingly jumped in. She couldn't climb out, and she really wanted to spit a mouthful of blood on Mo Qingcheng's face.

The Mohist disciples fell silent. "So, the phrase 'elder sister is like a mother' can be used like this? This is truly eye-opening!"

Miss Qingcheng, we are utterly humbled!

Mo Qingwu pursed her lips, picked up the pen, her hands trembling, and leaned over the table to help Mo Qingcheng fill out the competition form.

Why is she leaning over the table? Isn't it because Mo Qingcheng sat on the chair?

Mo Qingcheng yawned lazily: "Qingwu, didn't you eat breakfast this morning?"

"Cough cough... I ate it..." Mo Qingwu was filled with hatred, but dared not show it. How could her hard-earned good reputation be destroyed in an instant?

"You ate? You ate but you're still dawdling? Did Aunt Bai skimp on your food?" Mo Qingcheng instantly flew into a rage. "Qingwu, don't be afraid. After the competition, I'll go back to find our cheap father and send Aunt Bai to the Ecstasy Pavilion."

"The Ecstasy Pavilion?" Mo Xinxin and Mo Yulian squeezed in, looking curious but inwardly disdainful.

Mo Qingcheng swept her cold gaze over them, "Which garbage dump are you from?"

"puff!"

"Withholding!"

"Hahaha!"

"This is hilarious!"

"Wait, let the tears flow for a while!"

The public has never complained about how big the gossip is, and there have been too many jokes about the Mohist school lately, so one more won't make a difference.

Mo Xinxin's face darkened. "Shut up! Are you making fun of Miss Qingwu?"

Mo Qingwu lowered her eyes, filling out the form while cursing inwardly. These shameless little bitches dared to make fun of her. Did they have a death wish?

Mo Qingcheng chuckled and smiled, "You little slut, are you itching to talk? If you dare to talk about Sister Qingwu, be careful Aunt Bai tears your mouth apart and sends you to the Ecstasy Pavilion."

Everyone: "..."

This is truly eye-opening; you can actually do it like this?

Mo Xinxin raised her hand and slapped Mo Qingcheng across the face.

How could Mo Qingcheng sit still and quietly take the beating? With a single glance, Hei Yi stepped forward and, with all his might, slapped Mo Xinxin away.

"Pah! Who gave you the nerve to hit my wife? How do you want to die? I'll grant your wish!" Black face was expressionless, full of murderous intent, and to be honest, it was quite intimidating.

Mo Xinxin was stunned by the beating, fell to the ground, and forgot to get up. Her eyes were blazing with anger. "Mo Qingcheng, you little bitch... ah..."

Before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow flashed by and unleashed a flurry of attacks.

Mo Xinxin's head was buzzing, and her face was swollen like a pig's head.

"Madam, even the little slut's parents don't recognize her anymore..." Hei Yi returned to Mo Qingcheng's side and said, as if seeking praise.

Mo Qingcheng gave a thumbs up: "Not bad! When I receive the prize money from this competition, I'll give you one-third of it."

"Thank you, Madam!" Hei Yi looked smugly at Mo Yi and Mo San.

Mo Yi and Mo San were speechless. Bai Yi took two steps back. He couldn't stand with idiots, or he would become an idiot himself.

"Alright, Sister Qingcheng, do you see any problems?" Mo Qingwu finally finished filling out the competition form, but she was overjoyed.

Mo Qingcheng glanced at it indifferently, "Alright! Scumbag mode activated..."

Everyone was bewildered...