As if still unsatisfied, Zhao Hongxia sneered at Qiao Mo before stomping on her belongings again, mercilessly.
Qiao Mo stood by coldly, neither confronting Zhao Hongxia nor stopping her, observing indifferently as though this was none of her concern.
"Qiao Mo, our family can't afford to keep a pampered princess like you! Since you've managed to get fifty million, why degrade yourself to squeeze in with us?" Zhao Hongxia sneered.
Qiao Deshan chimed in, "Yes, Qiao Mo, it's not that your uncle wants to criticize you. With your skills, you should go find Mr. Fu! Our humble abode can't accommodate a great figure like you!"
"Isn't that the truth! Since Mr. Fu is willing to part with even fifty million, he surely wouldn't mind providing you a place to stay. Our rough and tough people pale in comparison to your nobility, so why suffer with us!"
Qiao Mo's gaze swept across Zhao Hongxia and Qiao Deshan, finally landing on Old Mrs. Qiao.
