He gripped hard, and Madam Mo cried out in pain, letting out a miserable scream, "Ah—"
"Madam Mo."
Because of his cold voice, Madam Mo's anguished howl seemed to lodge deep in her throat and abruptly stopped.
She looked at the strikingly handsome man who seemed to descend from heaven, her whole posture suddenly guilty and uneasy.
After a while, she stuttered:
"This woman spoke rudely and defied Mrs. Li. Mrs. Li is my esteemed guest, and as an elder, I was teaching this ill-mannered junior a lesson..."
Huo Shaoyan released her wrist.
Madam Mo thought this meant Huo Shaoyan was no longer pursuing the matter, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Yet, in the next second, Huo Shaoyan's words instantly plunged her into an icy abyss, filling her with dread.
Huo Shaoyan said coldly, "And what, pray tell, makes you an elder to her, hmm?"
His voice was oppressively stern, his gaze razor-sharp.
Madam Mo's face instantly shifted to an ugly shade.