Sister Zhong quickly explained, "Master Sheng, I'm sorry, I was negligent in this matter. I will arrange it for you right away..."
"No need to go to so much trouble," Mo Sheng waved his hand and pulled Huanhuan to his chest. The corner of his mouth quirked up, "It's her."
Huanhuan was startled and raised his head unexpectedly.
Sister Zhong was stunned for a moment and said quickly, "Master Sheng, she absolutely can't do it!"
Mo Sheng's eyes grew colder, and his handsome face showed a stern look, revealing a cold and sinister force, "When do I need you to decide if I want to be alone?"
Sister Zhong's heart trembled slightly. For a moment, she was disturbed by Mo Sheng's aura.
Mo Sheng and Mo Jia have been with Mo Tieyi since they were young. However, since Mo Sheng was 15 years old, Mr. Mo sent him out of his family and sent him away, leaving only Mo Jia alone. He was also a relegated grandson of the Mo family.
, this obviously different treatment also foreshadows Mo Tieyi's choice of successor.
Mo Sheng didn't seem to care at all, and had always followed his grandfather's arrangements calmly.
But at this moment, is this still the second young master of the Mo family who only obeys his grandfather's orders?
Huanhuan couldn't bear Sister Zhong's embarrassment, so she took out the hand held by Mo Sheng, her eyes were lowered, but her voice was unusually calm, "Don't embarrass Sister Zhong, from now on, I will no longer work in the Mo family."
Sister Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Huanhuan, and became calm.
Mo Sheng slowly raised his brows and stared at her, "What happened?"
Huanhuan shook his head, "No, even if there is, it's still my business."
She stopped talking and passed him. Sister Zhong bowed her head to Mo Sheng and followed him upstairs.
Mo Sheng stood there, raising his eyebrows, and caressed his chin with his well-joined fingers, a deep light flashed in his eyes.
Huanhuan was packing her things in the room. Sister Zhong stood at the door and looked at her, saying meaningfully, "Don't blame Miss Su. She is just worried. Because your existence has affected her."
Huanhuan's hand froze. Does Sister Zhong know that Ziyin wrongly accused her? Then, the old man of the Mo family must also know?
Huanhuan pursed her lower lip, half-closed her eyes, then continued to clean up, nodding lightly, "Yes, I know."
Sister Zhong sighed, took out an envelope and handed it over, "Here, here is your salary for this month."
Huanhuan was stunned, "Sister Zhong..."
Sister Zhong stuffed it directly into her hand, "You deserve this."
Huanhuan was carrying simple luggage, but she didn't take anything Mojia bought.
Sister Zhong arranged a car for her, and Huanhuan was grateful. Sitting in the car, she looked up at the villa behind her for the last time, but habitually looked at Mojia's study...
Su Ziyin stood in front of the window, watching the car drive away slowly, her lips raised proudly. With elegant steps, she walked back to the room, turned around gracefully, and smiled happily.
"Su Huanhuan, you idiot, you are no match for me! Haha..."
Without Su Huanhuan as a stumbling block, next month, she can marry Mo Jia and become the future chief lady of M.O. and the future mistress of the entire Mo family!
As for the story about fate and curse that her father told her...