Chapter 700
A sharp scream of pain followed the sound of dishes shattering.
Yan Xinxin was also knocked back by a strong force, causing the bag in her hand to fall to the ground.
But Mo Chuxi moved quickly, embracing Yan Xinxin, who almost fell due to the heavy impact, tightly in his arms.
"Hiss... it hurts."
Ye Wei'er, sitting on the floor, murmured softly, tears welling up in her eyes, as she noticed two small medicine bottles rolling out of Yan Xinxin's bag.
"You again?"
Mo Chuxi looked at Ye Wei'er sitting on the ground with disgust.
"Are you only satisfied if you break all the dishes in my house?"
"I'm sorry, Young Master Mo!"
Ye Wei'er hurriedly stood up shakily to apologize.
"Young Madam, are you alright? I didn't mean to!"
"Of course she's alright."
Old Master Mo's voice came through eerily.
Mo Chuxi and Yan Xinxin turned their heads simultaneously, just about to greet him, but Ye Wei'er stepped forward quicker.
"Old Master Mo!"
"Hmm."
