She stood beside Su's mother, tilted her head and looked at Su Mo'er, whose face was as pale as paper, with a half-smile but not a smile, her lips curled and she said nothing.

That subtle look in her eyes seemed to be laughing at her pretentiousness just now.

For a moment, Su Moer's face felt like it was being burned, and her face was in burning pain.

Resentment and dissatisfaction intertwined in her heart, making the girl gnash her teeth in hatred.

Su Bei looked at the dead silent banquet with a sneer, couldn't bear it, threw away his second brother, and walked forward.

The young man raised his chin slightly and took the lead in treating Mo's mother with an innocent smile: "I handed over the invitation letter to your Mo family. Who is Mrs. Mo trying to drive away?"

"How unwelcome are we?"

"If you are really not satisfied with the Su family coming here, we can just leave. Why go through such a big circle to drive our sister away?"

His sinister voice was like a slap on Mrs. Mo's face, making her feel so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground and burrow down.

Su's father, who was standing behind to watch the excitement, turned his head and noticed the faint death stares of his two sons. He couldn't help but snorted coldly from his nose: "You have a sister and you have forgotten your father?"

MMP.

When the two brats looked at him like this, didn't they just want to support that little girl Su Qiao?

Su's father glared at the girl angrily, and then remembered what these people had just said, and his usually cheerful tone suddenly turned cold.

He smiled coolly and followed with a resounding voice, "When will it be your turn to bully our daughter of the Su family?"

Mo Qin looked at Su Moer, who dared not say a word, and his heart suddenly went cold.

The daughter of the Su family...

Mrs. Mo's body trembled violently, her eyes widened subconsciously, and her mind suddenly went blank as if it had exploded.

She dug her sharp fingertips into her palms and stared at Su Qiao in shock, then stared at Su Mo'er with disbelief in her eyes.

Didn't this woman tell them that she was the real daughter of the Su family?

Why did things end up like this?

Facing the simultaneous gazes of mother and son, Su Moer's face turned blue and white. She opened her mouth to explain, but found that she had no room for explanation at all.

It's all Su Qiao's fault!

Why did Hao Duanduan have to come to expose her?

"So who among these two is the real daughter?"

The girl sneered: "Do you even need to ask?"

"Of course it's Su Qiao. Haven't you seen that she and Mrs. Su look exactly like the same mold?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that means that the fake Su Mo'er was just pretending to be someone else's real boss, and now he's being slapped in the face?"

The little girl covered her mouth and smiled without any hesitation, and the next second she was slapped by her mother.

"You are not allowed to say bad words at such a young age, especially on such occasions."

"You can't be too Mohist in your behavior. If you open your mouth or shut up, you'll be rude. You'll look uneducated at first sight."

The noble lady raised her hand and rubbed the little girl's head, and spoke instructingly, without any concern for the feelings of the person involved.

Su Mo'er bit her lower lip, which was bleeding, and her fingertips dug into her flesh, causing a burning pain on her face.

Who doesn't know that the Mohists are the least popular among so many powerful people.

Although it was glorious back then, the Mohist family today has no successors, and everyone who survives is a loser, sitting around all day long and still feeling good about themselves.

Obviously, Mo Qin is the best among them.

Su Mo'er felt disgusted with him from the bottom of her heart.

But there is no way, who makes Su Qiao blindly like it?
Chapter completed!