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Even Mo Fuhai, who had tasted countless delicacies, was deeply impressed!
“It’s delicious!” Mo Fuhai wiped his mouth, looking at the empty thermos box, and said a little bit adoringly, “This was made by Boss Xiaoni?”
Mrs. Mo nodded, “Indeed, they say Boss Xiaoni is only a 17-year-old girl! It’s incredible!”
“Only 17 years old?” Mo Fuhai exclaid, “That’s truly impressive!”
It wasn’t until 10 o’clock in the morning, nearly eleven, that the Zhao family finally arrived late.
“Little Six, quickly make so tea for your uncle and aunt.” Mo Fuhai hinted at Mo Qishen with his eyes.
Mo Qishen nodded, “Okay.”
Zhao Jingrong may have an engagent with Mo Qishen, but because one was studying abroad and the other was loafing around, the two hadn’t seen each other for over a decade.
She never expected that such a loser could turn out to be so good-looking.
From every angle, there was not a single unfavorable feature on Mo Qishen’s face.
He was way more handso than any pretty boy on TV.
He’s quite handso, indeed.
But it’s a pity.
Physical appearance was the most useless thing in the world.
If a woman was beautiful, she might have an opportunity to climb to higher social status.
But as for n, being handso only makes one a pretty boy.
At this mont, Mo Qishen handed the steeped tea to Zhao Jingrong, “Be careful, it’s hot.”
Be careful, it’s hot?
Was Mo Qishen trying to please her?
Well, she was beautiful and outstanding, it was impossible that any man wouldn’t be chard by her!
“You don’t have to flatter !” Zhao Jingrong snorted coldly, “Because I’m here to dissolve the engagent!”
At her words, the lively living room imdiately fell silent.
Zhao Baosheng, who was at the top of the family hierarchy, chuckled nervously, “Jingrong, what kind of joke are you making…”
Mo Fuhai and Mrs. Mo quickly tried to smooth things over: “It’s okay, it’s okay, young people like to joke.”
“I’m not joking, Uncle Mo, Auntie Mo, you should be very clear about my conditions.” Zhao Jingrong stood up directly from the sofa and pointed at Mo Qishen and asked, “What makes you think that this man is worthy of ?”
Since she had decided to dissolve the engagent, Zhao Jingrong wasn’t planning to maintain relations with the Mo family in the future.
Since the truth was eventually going to be revealed, there was no sense in beating around the bush.
Once she married Mr. Mog, all of Beijing would have to give her due respect!
What did the Mo family count for?
As soon as her words were spoken, the faces of Mo Fuhai and Mrs. Mo turned extrely awful.
Even if Mo Qishen was not competent, he was still their precious son. How could they tolerate soone insulting him like this?
Moreover, the person doing this was the girl they had always liked for their daughter-in-law.
They had never dread that the smart and cute little girl from those days would beco what she was today.
Mo Qishen smiled and said, “Miss Zhao is right! I, Mo Qishen, am idle and incompetent. I am indeed not worthy of the talented and beautiful Miss Zhao.”
Zhao Jingrong narrowed her eyes.
What was up with this good-for-nothing Mo Qishen?
How could he still manage to smile? Shouldn’t he be sobbing and begging her not to break off the engagent at this mont?
Was he too shocked?
“So,” Mo Qishen continued, “It’s not that Miss Zhao wants to dissolve the engagent with , but I want to dissolve the engagent with Miss Zhao!”
Breaking an engagent and having an engagent broken off were two completely different things.
Just like calling off a wedding differs from being dumped.
If it were spread around that she was dumped by a loser, she wouldn’t be able to save face.
Hearing his words, Zhao Jingrong exploded, “You want to break off our engagent? On what grounds can you break off our engagent?”
What right did a loser have to speak to her like that?
Mo Qishen gave a faint smile, “Are you saying that, Miss Zhao, you don’t want to dissolve the engagent? It’s not too late for you to change your mind.”
At least this loser had so brains!
Zhao Jingrong finally understood that this loser was trying to goad her, with the aim of preserving the engagent!
She knew, this loser wouldn’t renounce the engagent easily.
“Of course not!” Zhao Jingrong retorted.
“If that’s the case, this is the dissolution agreent. Please keep it, Miss Zhao,” Mo Qishen handed Zhao Jingrong an envelope, “If I rember correctly, when our two families set this engagent, we also exchanged tokens? The thing from your house is in the envelope.”
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