The wreckage in the place was a testament to Mo Yu’s ill temper. She seemed unbothered about how expensive or precious the broken items were. In her eyes, money was but a number. What more, she was born into wealth and lived a lavish lifestyle with no problems.
“What in the world are you doing?” Mo Yanshang yelled.
Mo Yu burst into tears. She knew that tears were her best weapon, especially toward her grandfather.
“Grandpa, how could you let Han Jingru into our house? Don’t you know about what he did?” Mo Yu pleaded with a whiny voice.
“Are you talking about him defeating Yan Bingfeng at the Martial Arts Summit?” Mo Yanshang asked, unmoved.
“Defeat?” Mo Yu frowned at the mention of the word. “I wouldn’t act like this if he had won Yan Bingfeng fair and square. Isn’t it obvious that he played dirty? How could a loser like him defeat Yan Bingfeng? And how did Yan Bingfeng even become his opponent? There must be a despicable scoundrel pulling the strings in the dark!” she gushed.