Mo Weiran furrowed his brow and didn't answer her question.
"I'm talking to you," the woman said coldly, seeing that Mo Weiran hadn't spoken.
"Auntie, could we not make this a joke? Just because you ask me a question, I must answer? Shouldn't you be more polite when asking?" Mo Weiran had never been known for his good temper. Just hearing the woman's tone made him not want to respond.
Seeing that Mo Weiran spoke to her like this, a flicker of astonishment passed through the woman's eyes, but quickly, her gaze turned colder. "How dare you speak to me like that? Do you know who I am to talk to me this way?" she said.
Hearing the woman's words, Mo Weiran snorted derisively and spoke nonchalantly, "I don't care who you are. Even if the Heavenly King's father came today, he would need to ask me politely."
"You..."
"Mo Qingsnow." Before Mo Qingsnow could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Mo Canglan.