Qin Qingqing's eyes flashed with surprise.
She looked up at Mo Ziye beside her, who happened to be looking at her.
Understanding the emotions in her eyes, Mo Ziye coldly said before Wen Ran could speak, "Weren't you just complaining that after being away from home for so many years, Mom and Dad didn't come to find you, complaining that they treat you worse than me and Momo? So how can you talk about gratitude for raising you?"
Mo Xin's crying abruptly stopped in his questioning.
Her lifted eyes looked at Wen Ran in panic.
Frantically choking in explanation, "Mom, that's not what I meant."
Wen Ran furrowed her brow.
A touch of anger fell into her eyes, and in the frightened gaze of Mo Xin, she calmly spoke, "Get up."
"Mom."
Mo Xin called out again.
The panic in her tone was unmistakable.
"I'll say it again, get up!"
Wen Ran's voice suddenly rose several notes.
