Mrs. Mo's eyes reddened, and she cried out, "Xunxun..."
Mo Xunxun felt powerless, "Mom, don't do this, I'm your daughter. I know you want me to do something for you. You're crying on purpose in front of me to make me feel guilty, to sympathize with you, and then help you out of guilt, right? Mom, when did you learn to manipulate your own daughter?"
Mrs. Mo...
"How can you say that?"
"Did I say something wrong? If you have nothing more to say, I'm going upstairs." Mo Xunxun made a move to get up.
Mrs. Mo quickly stopped her, "Wait..."
She had finally found a chance, she couldn't let it slip away so easily.
Mrs. Mo thought for a moment, then said as her brother had taught her, "Xunxun, do you remember when you were young, you went to your uncle's house..."
