The Third Elder smiled and gave a wink, followed closely by the Fifth Elder.
Elder Mo Qing'an was completely bewildered. What were they supposed to do?
To follow or not to follow, that is the question.
Mo Qingwu glanced at him coldly. What are you looking at? You ignorant bumpkin!
Mo Qingfeng and Mo Qingyue walked at the back, their hearts filled with mixed feelings. Along the way, they had come to understand one thing: following Miss Qingcheng meant there was always something to gain.
Which family competition doesn't involve a whole bunch of people showing up all at once?
Only the Mo family had participants, not servants; those who didn't know better would think the Mo family was in dire straits.
No, in reality, they're quite destitute, just an empty shell. Among the reclusive families, mentioning the Mo family probably means no one is afraid anymore...
Lan Shuangqin, standing rooted to the spot: "..."
What? This young lady from the Mo family is really interesting? Doesn't she want to take advantage of me?
"Miss..." The maid Qingling hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping herself.
"Just say what you need to say!"
Lan Shuangqin frowned slightly. She disliked all those roundabout ways the most. This girl was always disobedient, which was infuriating.
Qingling pursed her lips: "Miss, that bottle of pills..." Could it be poisoned?
Lan Shuangqin stopped, took the pill out of her sleeve, and suddenly pulled off the stopper. A refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted out.
"Miss!" Qingling exclaimed in surprise, her eyes narrowing.
Lan Shuangqin snapped out of her daze, filled with remorse. Her actions were faster than her thoughts; she stuffed the cork into her bosom.
The movements were fluid and seamless, clearly indicating that this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.
You little punk, trying to take something from me? You think you can just fly to the moon?
The maids looked at each other, especially Qingling, whose face was burning with embarrassment. Had her mistress rejected her?
Lan Shuangqin ignored all of that and went back to her room to start tinkering...
Two flowers bloom, each telling its own story. Meanwhile, Mo Qingchen's eyes flickered slightly as he followed the Fifth Elder to the doorway.
"Bang!"
The next second, the Fifth Elder slammed the door shut violently, the door panel nearly crushing Mo Qingchen's nose.
That old guy definitely did it on purpose.
Tolerate!
A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan...
"Fifth Elder, where shall we stay with the steward tonight?" Are we supposed to turn into door gods and be the gatekeepers of Yunlai Inn?
Elder Mo Qing'an was summoned into a room by the Third Elder and the Fifth Elder. After an incense stick had burned, Mo Qing'an, his old face flushed, went out and found the innkeeper of Yunlai Inn, praising him profusely.
The innkeeper waved his hands repeatedly, "No rooms means no rooms. What's wrong with you?"
Elder Mo Qing'an: "..."
Did you get nothing in return?
What else can we do?
Just get entangled with it.
Mo Qing'an's face flushed red, and he started to act shamelessly again, saying that even a servant's room would be better than sleeping on the streets.
The innkeeper was fed up with Mo Qing'an's pestering, so he agreed to let the waiter and the old woman vacate two rooms. If it weren't for the fact that they had come with two young ladies, he would have kicked them out long ago...
"Come with me..." The elder in charge, holding the elder's monthly allowance, was filled with the worry of a mother, tears streaming down his face. He vowed never to ask for a job outside again; people wanted money, but they wanted their lives.
No, I absolutely refuse to go out if Miss Qingwu is around next time...
When Mo Qingwu saw the small, narrow, and damp room, she didn't cry or make a fuss. Instead, she lowered her eyes, turned around, and walked in calmly.
Elder Mo Qing'an: "..."
This is a bit confusing. Did Miss Qingwu change it back again?
She was more likable with her previous gentle and graceful demeanor...
Mo Qingchen frowned, glancing at the Mo Qingfeng brothers out of the corner of his eye. Suppressing the urge to kick them, he coldly asked, "Elder Mo, is there anything else?"
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