Mo Zhi was now grinning from ear-to-ear, while Mo Xicheng looked completely devastated.
But the next moment, there was a turn of events.
Shi Nianyao's extended hand grabbed Mo Xicheng's wrist. She looked at Mo Zhi furiously as she snapped back, "Watch your mouth. You're the wretched beggar!"
She stared at Mo Zhi, her face burning with anger. "So what if you're the elder young master of the Mo family? What kind of education did you receive at home? Calling people all sorts of nasty names like 'wretched beggar' and 'bastard' with your filthy mouth."
Mo Zhi was immediately livid as her words fell. "What do you mean?"
"I am criticizing you for the non-existent family education you received!"
"How dare you, woman?! See if I don't beat you to death!" Mo Zhi rolled up his sleeves as he said those words. He took a step forward and made a motion to hit her.