Chapter 337 The violin you play is like sawing wood

At this moment, Mo Zhenzhen's eyebrows were wrinkled into knots, her hands were clenched into fists, her eyes were wide open, and she was obviously extremely angry. She walked up quickly, raised her hand and pushed Mo Ya, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Mo Daya, Dad has helped you quit the group, who told you to go to Minister Ma?"

She was used to bullying Mo Ya, and some of her actions had formed muscle memory, just like now, knowing that they were outside and knowing that there were people present, she still raised her hand and pushed Mo Ya forcefully.

"Why can't I go to Minister Ma? You didn't get elected, but you're trying to take my place. What's wrong with me going to Minister Ma to get my place back?"

Mo Ya, who was pushed, didn't fight back, and calmly looked at Mo Zhenzhen and answered.

"You..." Mo Zhenzhen couldn't find a word to refute for a while. She was already angry, and now she saw that the usually cowardly Mo Ya dared to talk back to her, and she was even more angry. She looked at Mo Ya with a fierce look and ordered:

"I don't care, you go to Minister Ma now and tell her that you won't go to the art troupe!"

"Why?" Mo Ya looked at her sideways, with a stronger look than ever before, and she was completely different from the timid Mo Daya before.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't expect Mo Ya to dare to question her like this. She was furious and shouted,

"Only because you live in our house and eat our rice!"

In Mo Zhenzhen's opinion, it was a great favor for her to take in Mo Daya, a stinky girl from the countryside, and let her live in their home.

She should be a slave at home and be grateful to her. Not to mention asking her to give up a place to herself, even if she was asked to die, she should do it.

"My last name is Mo too. Why can't I live in the Mo family's house?" Mo Ya asked in a cold voice, and then asked back:

"You said I ate your family's rice, but you got it wrong. Since I started working, your mother has never given me a penny. I bought all the rice at home. Who is eating whose rice? Don't you know it in your heart?"

Mo Zhenzhen never thought that Mo Daya, who didn't say more than three sentences in two days, would be so sharp-tongued now. She answered her questions in a set of sentences. She couldn't suppress her anger any more and cursed:

"You must have eaten a lot of my rice before you started working, right? We have raised you for so many years, but you don't think of repaying us, and you teamed up with outsiders to plot against me. Ha, you are really an ungrateful ungrateful person! A dog that can't be raised well!"

At this time, some people had gathered around, and everyone was looking at Mo Zhenzhen and Mo Ya, listening to what they were arguing with their ears perked up.

Xia Guyu, who was standing aside, clenched her fists unconsciously when she heard Mo Zhenzhen's words of blaming others. If Qing Xi hadn't told her the plan in advance, she would definitely stand up and scold Mo Zhenzhen.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Xia Qingxi stood up and looked at Mo Zhenzhen and asked slowly:

"How did she scheme against you? It was obviously because you were incompetent and couldn't join the art troupe, so you teamed up with your parents to snatch Mo Ya's place. What? She didn't give you the place as you wished, so she became an ungrateful person in your mouth?"

Mo Zhenzhen was furious when she saw Xia Qingxi speaking up for Mo Ya. Not only did this woman snatch Xiaoxiao's sweetheart, but now she was interfering in her own affairs. Mo Zhenzhen immediately pointed the finger at Xia Qingxi and asked:

"Xia Qingliu, you are such a jerk. Tell me, what dirty tricks did you use to help that stinky girl Mo Daya snatch my place?"

"Your place?" Xia Qingliu smiled as if she had heard something really funny. She asked back,

"The art troupe never accepted you from the beginning to the end. Haha, where did you get the place? If you have some self-respect, you should join the art troupe based on your own abilities, instead of trying to steal other people's places like a thief, and then biting back at them when you failed! Who gave you the face?"

"You, you..." After hearing what Xia Qingxi said and feeling the strange looks from the people around her, Mo Zhenzhen felt greatly insulted. She wanted to refute, but she couldn't say anything except "you".

Surrounded by people and unable to speak out against Xia Qingxi, Mo Zhenzhen didn't want to waste words anymore. She looked at Mo Ya again and said in a commanding tone:

"Mo Daya, I just want to ask you, are you going to the art troupe to quit today?"

"No." Mo Ya said with a cold face and very stubbornly.

"Don't bother with her, Mo Ya, let's go." Xia Qingxi said, pulling Mo Ya and pretending to walk forward.

Mo Zhenzhen was angry and anxious. She immediately chased after Mo Ya, stood in front of her and scolded:

"You must go to the art troupe to quit today. If you don't go, get out of our Mo family!" At this point, Mo Zhenzhen suddenly continued with a smug look on her face:

"Haha, let's see where you can live then?"

Mo Zhenzhen originally thought that she had completely controlled Mo Ya, but the next second she heard Mo Ya say very calmly:

"Don't worry, when I join the art troupe, the troupe will assign me a dormitory. By then, even if you beg me, I will not stay in the Mo family anymore."

After hearing Mo Ya's words, Mo Zhenzhen's face changed instantly, and her eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness.

At this moment, Xia Qinggui saw Lu Jingqi and Su Xiangnan walking towards them from a distance. She was afraid that they would interfere in this matter and ruin her original plan, so she quietly touched Moya with her shoulder.

Mo Ya received the signal, looked at Mo Zhenzhen and said:

"Mo Zhenzhen, don't you always think that you are better than me in every way, and you are self-righteous and look down on me who comes from the countryside, hum..." As she spoke, she made a disdainful mocking sound from her nose:

"Now it is me who can join the art troupe, not you!"

Mo Zhenzhen looked at the "arrogant" Mo Ya, and was filled with endless anger. She clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into the flesh, and asked loudly:

"Mo Daya, you dare to laugh at me? Who do you think you are! You dare to laugh at me?"

"Why can't I laugh at you?" Mo Ya's smile became even wider, and she suddenly moved close to Mo Zhenzhen's ear, her voice was not too loud, just enough for Mo Zhenzhen to hear it completely:

"What level are you at? Don't you know it yourself? You have learned violin for more than ten years, but your playing is just like sawing wood. Of course, the art troupe won't want you!"

"Mo Daya, what did you say? Say it again if you have the guts!" Mo Zhenzhen couldn't stand such contempt and insult, she felt like her lungs were going to explode.