Zhao Xiweng nodded sternly as if disappointed with iron not turning into steel.
The arc of Su Mo's lips grew wider, and she stirred the porridge in her bowl, whispering, "Now you see, Chu Mengyao has completely ruined Mo Yan's reputation."
Lu Chen patted her on the head, "Eat your meal."
"Zhao Changsheng, you sit down and eat too; it's beneath you to quarrel with her." Su Mo obediently bowed her head and started sipping her porridge.
Immediately someone behind reset the chair properly, and Zhao Changsheng gave Chu Mengyao the middle finger as he obediently sat down to eat.
The benevolent image Chu Mengyao had painstakingly crafted collapsed overnight.
Now, she had not only lost her appearance but also the people's support.
Zhao Xiweng sighed, went to the window to get her own meal, and by the time she came back, Chu Mengyao had disappeared.