Elder Mo Qing'an opened his mouth, "Young Master Qingchen, we only have... these two rooms..."

The implication is that the four of them will have to squeeze together.

As for Mo Qingwu, she's just a maid. Even if Qingqing is easy to talk to, Ninth Master Mo Chuyue wouldn't agree.

Even if Mo Chuyue agrees, would Mo Qingwu dare to go? What if... the Ninth Prince gets angry and poisons her?

Why……

Mo Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then nodded. The Mo Qingfeng brothers exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with disbelief. They actually... agreed?

The two brothers quickly went inside, tidied up, and opened the windows. A strong smell of stinky feet filled the air; their young master definitely couldn't stand it.

Mo Qingchen turned and walked into the courtyard, his eyes dark and unfathomable. Mo Qingfeng gestured to his younger brother not to overthink and to get to work, otherwise what else could they do?

To participate?

No, no, no, I'm just joining in the fun...

On the other side, Mo Qingwu pushed open the door, frowned slightly, and a cheap, pungent smell of cosmetics wafted into her nostrils, making her nauseous. She suppressed the urge to run out, opened the window for ventilation, and tidied up briefly.

Since you can't fight city hall, why not find another way? That little bitch Mo Qingcheng is relying on that old bitch Ninth Elder to trip you up first.

Heh, it's still uncertain who will emerge victorious... A strange glint flashed in Mo Qingwu's eyes as she turned to find the waiter at Yunlai Inn. She was hungry; she'd eat something good first...

However, before Mo Qingwu could even finish her delicious meal on the first floor and beat someone up, the waiter, with a keen eye, came up to her and looked at her with a smile.

Mo Qingwu had a bad feeling. Could it be that Mo Qingcheng, that little bitch, was going to mess with her again?

"Miss Mo, when will we pay for the meal? Mid-grade spirit stones or low-grade spirit stones?"

"Food money?" What food money? Mo Qingwu was a little confused and didn't react for a moment.

"Ahem...Miss Mo, the two ladies who came with you said that whoever eats...pays the bill..." The waiter looked completely innocent. This woman didn't seem like a good person. Could she be trying to dine and dash?

Mo Qingwu jumped to her feet: "What did you say? Whoever eats pays?"

The waiter rolled his eyes: "Miss Mo, isn't it only natural to pay for your meal?"

"You...when did I ever say I wouldn't pay?" Mo Qingwu's eyes darted around, a plan forming in her mind. "The money's all with my sister..."

"Miss Mo, they said you're not their biological sister..."

"puff!"

"Cough cough..."

"Ha ha!"

"Shut up!" Mo Qingwu was so angry that her head hurt. She quickly stopped him, but she felt uncomfortable with all the shining eyes on her.

What, are you trying to outdo each other in who can shout the loudest? You think you're right to dine and dash? The waiter sneered, his eyes full of contempt. Ha, just a freeloader.

They freeload off food, drinks, and even lodging; I've seen shameless people, but never anyone this shameless.

At this moment, a customer on the first floor who was having a boring meal overheard the conversation between the two and immediately perked up his ears—this was juicy gossip.

Some people couldn't help but burst out laughing. They had heard about the Mo family's messy affairs before, and seeing it for themselves today was definitely worth the trip.

"Ahem... How could you say that, sister?" Mo Qingwu's face burned with embarrassment, so she had no choice but to play the emotional card.

"Heh, Mo Qingwu, you're the child your father picked up, the adopted daughter of Aunt Bai. My mother only gave birth to one older brother, my biological brother..." A girl in black at the top of the stairs spoke coldly.

"Sister Qingcheng, Wu'er knows you don't like me, but... you can't..."