Chapter 50 I Became the Nation's Mom 10



Netizen: [Someone's had a really bad time, I'm happy.]

Netizen: [The goddess must not let that scumbag go.]

Netizen: [So, does this mean some people still have the image of a rich girl?]

Netizen: [She's definitely gone. Mu Yue has always been portrayed as the daughter of a wealthy family.]

She used to wear designer brands and mingle with her friends. And now? Those designer brands actually belong to Mo Yu; she's the one who took what belonged to someone else.

The police started knocking on the door, but it took a long time for someone to come out.

It's Kizuki.

Kizuki is lazy and loves to eat; she has only just woken up.

His face darkened when he saw Mo Yu. "What are you doing at my house? You're not welcome here."

Mu Yue disliked Mo Yu from a young age because Mo Yu's presence reminded her that she was not her father's biological daughter.

"Your house?" Mo Yan snorted coldly and pushed the door open to go inside. "Little sister, do you know what happens if you stay in someone else's house and don't let the owner come back?"

"You're Mo Yan, you're the movie queen Mo Yan?"

Kizuki screamed, extremely excited.

"I really like you, can you give me your autograph?"

"No, you've been bullying my daughter all these years, haven't you?"

"Your daughter?" Mu Yue was a little confused.

"You stole my tutoring sessions and won't even let them hire tutors for me."

You've been targeting me all along.

They're afraid I'll do well on the exam, so they're giving me styes.

I remember all of this very clearly.

Perhaps it was because her mother was by her side that she felt particularly confident, and she spoke directly to Muyue.

Mu Yue was taken aback when she saw that Mo Yu, who had previously been so timid, actually dared to say these things to her.

Without even thinking, she launched into a tirade. "Mo Yu, you've gotten too big for your britches, daring to talk to me like that. Do you want to be yelled at?"

Before she could finish speaking, Mo Yan slapped her across the face. "If you can't speak properly, I'll teach you a lesson. My daughter isn't someone anyone can bully."

"You actually hit me, idol? Do you know that this person is completely useless? She has poor grades and has always had shady relationships with people."

"Slap!" I slapped her again. "How dare you slander my daughter like that? We can sue you for infringing on my daughter's right to reputation, you know that?"

Mu Yue covered her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. "So what if I scolded her? It's only right that she does everything for me."

Her father himself treated her like a nanny, a nanny who served me.

Her words made Mo Yan tremble with anger.

"You've hurt my daughter so badly, very well."

Mo Yan looked at the police.

“You see, she herself has presented the evidence,”

Mu Yue then noticed the police and was somewhat confused. What was going on?

Mo Yan told the police that the house belonged to her and was able to produce the property certificate, title deed, and other documents.

The transfer records for those funds were crystal clear. Mo Yan directly sued them and froze all the money under Lin An's name.

Mu Yue was kicked out of the house, and when Lin An and the others went shopping, they found they couldn't pay.

He left in a sorry state amidst the disdainful looks of others.

When Mo Yan left with her daughter, she took out a thousand yuan and placed it in Mu Yue's hand.

“I slapped you twice just now, this is compensation, but if you dare to bully my daughter again, I will hit you again.”

When the reporter first witnessed this scene, they initially thought netizens would think Mo Yan had gone too far.

To everyone's surprise, the online reaction was almost unanimously in favor of the government.

Netizen: [What's wrong with this? If her own daughter is talked to like this, is she still a mother if she doesn't take action?]

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