Qingling and Qinghe screamed as they were kicked to the ground, gasping for breath, their bodies wracked with excruciating pain. In just a dozen or so breaths, they gasped for air, their faces contorted in agony.
Lan Shuangqin was furious: "Miss Mo, what do you mean by this?"
"Miss Lan, just as you see and think... you gave up the room, and I'll return the favor with some pills, so we're even..." What a load of rubbish! You think you can extort a bottle of pills from a mere meal?
Haha, how come you have such a big face?
Even the King of Hell wouldn't dare to think like that, so who gave the Lan family the confidence?
That being said, although, a bottle of pills contains only one fourth-grade pill, which is made from countless rare and precious materials. How can it be given away to outsiders so easily?
Even if the Mohist disciples are difficult to deal with, who wouldn't express their gratitude if they received the elixir?
Ah... Lan
Lan Shuangqin glanced at the two maids lying on the ground, her anger flaring up: "Why aren't you getting up and apologizing to Miss Mo?"
Qingling and Qinghe exchanged a glance, helped each other up, and, ignoring the mud on their bodies, took a few quick steps to Mo Qingcheng, where they knelt down with a thud.
"Miss Mo, it's all my fault, please don't be angry, okay?"
"Miss Mo, I'll accept any punishment, as long as... you give the pill to Miss..."
Qingling and Qinghe each said something, putting Mo Qingcheng on the hot seat. Is that enough?
Don't you believe that little bitch Mo Qingcheng won't get it?
A slow smile bloomed on Mo Qingcheng's lips, but the temperature in her eyes gradually turned cold. Was this the routine of a noblewoman? Ha, trying to trap herself?
Who gave you that audacity?
"Little Qingqing—" Aren't you leaving yet? Are you waiting to be bullied? Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue called out and walked straight to the door.
"Elder Beauty, you're getting old!" Mo Qingcheng flashed and arrived in the blink of an eye. She put her arm around Mo Chuyue's shoulder and walked away.
Lan Shuangqin's face darkened, a murderous glint flashing in her eyes. She kicked the two maids to the ground, one after the other. "Fools!"
Every single one of them is so easy to manage, they're always by my side, yet I haven't learned a single bit of their essence. They're truly despicable.
Leaving aside the chaos and commotion on Lan Shuangqin's side, let's just say that Mo Qingcheng and her companion arrived at a large hall where the Third Elder and the others had just finished eating.
Looking up, they caught a glimpse of Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue's meaningful gaze and instantly wilted, especially Fifth Elder. Had Ninth Elder blurted out that the entire Mo family knew?
The Third Elder greeted Mo Qingcheng and her companion with a smile, completely unfazed. It was just a meal, after all; they weren't outsiders…
Just as the Mo brothers were about to greet and thank him, someone beat them to it. The two brothers stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Was this the same young master they had known before?
Young Master Qingchen actually shook hands and made peace with Miss Qingcheng?
"Sister Qingcheng, thank you for your hospitality. It was all my fault before. From now on, let's love each other as a family, okay?" Mo Qingchen lowered his posture, took the initiative to admit his mistake, and had a faint smile on his lips.
Yesterday, Mo Qingcheng took out some pills. I don't know if others noticed, but he saw them clearly. This country bumpkin girl who wanted to come down from the mountain had some incredible luck, and she actually had a fourth-grade pill in her hand.
Ha, he's the eldest son of the Mo family, yet he only has two life-saving pills. Befriending her might bring him some benefits.
Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue, protecting Shangguan, watched the spectacle from the sidelines. That brat wasn't one to suffer a loss; a few pills were nothing, she could easily afford them. Lan
"Alright, Brother Qingchen, let's get to know each other again. My name is Mo Qingcheng, and I am the beloved daughter of the head of the Mo family." Mo Qingcheng stretched out her hand, holding several bottles of pills.
Mo Qingchen's lips twitched, and he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "As your elder brother Mo Qingchen, the adopted son of the Mo family patriarch, I will definitely protect Sister Qingcheng from now on!"
"Brother Qingchen, this is for you..." Mo Qingcheng stuffed several bottles of pills into Mo Qingchen's hands.
"Thank you, sister!" Mo Qingchen cautiously reached out her hand, but before she could touch the medicine bottle, a figure rushed out from the side, trying to snatch the pill like a madman.
"Mo Qingchen, ptooey, shameless pretty boy!"
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