Li Xiangzhi said with great difficulty, "Sister, you'll know once you get there, sigh, I really can't bring myself to say it! Just please stand up for Qiaoqiao when the time comes! You are her aunt after all!"
Madame Mo slightly frowned, seemingly thinking of something, and continued to walk with Li Xiangzhi.
Within a few minutes, they arrived at the eastern chamber where Li Xiangzhi and her daughter lived.
The door to Qiaoqiao's room was ajar, and Li Xiangzhi, holding Madame Mo's hand, whispered, "Sister, come in with me, and you'll understand once you see."
Li Xiangzhi thought to herself, what kind of spectacular expression would appear on Madame Mo's face when she saw what kind of shameless thing her son had done?
After all, Tong Qiaoqiao is Madame Mo's only niece; surely, she would side with Qiaoqiao. With this family bond, the Tong family would become the Mo family.
And the little golden heir's succession to everything of the Mo family would follow logically.