Early October

Mo Yangyang, the fake daughter was kicked out of the family when the real daughter of the family returned. The real daughter demanded a good reputation, thus Mo Yangyang had to set her off by being the bad girl. She couldn't stand it any longer when she realized she was terminally ill. Even cannon fodder deserved to die with dignity. To leave no regrets behind, Mo Yangyang made a move on the man whom she was secretly in love for ten years, but she ended up being entangled with the man's uncle, the fifth son of the Xie Family whom every woman in Xiacheng was willing to squeeze their heads through a crowd just to meet in person, the man with the name Xie Xize.
Mo Yangyang, "Don't worry, I'm almost dead anyway.
Three months later...
Mo Yangyang, "Why am I still alive? And why is there another life in my stomach too? Wouldn't Fifth Elder Xie murder me once he found out about it?"
So she ran...
Five years later, the little kid dragged his trembling mother to Xie Xize and said, "Take good care of your woman, don't make me have to worry about her always." Fifth Elder Xie, "How are you going to pay me back for kidnapping my son for so many years?" Mo Yangyang shuddered, "I can give you another child...do you want it?"
The little kid, "I have a chance to start over again. I must take precautions earlier. With my father around, I won't have to worry that mom would be killed like cannon fodder again. It's time to teach those scum a lesson!"

The Cannon Fodder and Her Mr. Right

    After Yuanyuan ran away, Mo Yangyang was the only one left in the shop.


  She lowered her head and heaved a sigh of relief. No matter what, Yuanyuan was gone. At least she didn't have to be so upset.


  Mo Yangyang did have sufficient evidence, but Yuanyuan's parents were related to the Han couple. With this relationship, it would be difficult to call the police.


  Otherwise, if Yuanyuan's parents ran home and cried, the old couple wouldn't be able to stand it.


  Mo Yangyang looked at the bright interior of the shop and suddenly felt a headache.


  She took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to Lan Dongzhi.


  [Mo Yang Yang: Winter Solstice, I'm panicking. Xie Xize is here again…]


  Lan Dongzhi did not return immediately. Mo Yangyang knew that she would usually be asleep at this time.


  She put down her phone and got up to tidy up the shop.


Come On, Fight With Your Father