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

    Anyway, he was not afraid of losing face now.


  Hearing Mo Jianguo's humble attitude, Zhao Jia felt disdain in her heart.


  She lowered her head, and the contempt in her eyes was about to overflow.


  What was he doing earlier? She came to him to ask for help when he needed it the most, but she was still throwing a tantrum at him. If you're so capable, just do it from head to tail. Don't lower your head.


  Initially, Zhao Jia wanted to endure it for the sake of the child. After all, she still hoped that Mo Jianguo could fight with Luo Qian.


  Zhao Jia felt that it was better to think of a way to empty Mo Jianguo's remaining money as soon as possible and then leave. She did not want to accompany the old man for the rest of her life.


  Wen Cai's side still had a cold expression on their faces, and they did not intend to give Mo Jianguo any face.


Chapter 1292: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms