Yi Lu’s words tightened Li Shaobai’s heart, and he quickly nudged him.
Si Qiao turned his head sardonically and glared at him coldly, "You should be glad you don’t have such a dad."
Yi Lu shut his mouth.
The crap that Old Wang just spouted was really too much!
It must be said, Yi Lu found it quite satisfying when that slap came down.
But wasn’t Si Qiao supposed to hate Mo Shu the most?
Was he... standing up for her?
Before Yi Lu could make sense of it, Si Qiao had already walked away.
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[Fourth mission completed, 1 point received, points balance: 10 points]
Mo Shu: Besides saving up 100 points to make any wish, are the other points useless?
Sao Zha gave her a disdainful look: [How’s that possible? You can also buy props!]
Mo Shu: Do you have a Bamboo Dragonfly?
Mo Shu: Do you have an Anywhere Door?
Mo Shu, now somewhat scornful, asked: Then do you have a Time Machine?
Sao Zha lost it: [No! Do you think I’m Doraemon?]
Unable to tolerate it anymore, Sao Zha said: [Although you can’t buy those, there are other props you can use. For example, there’s one that lets you know the plot in advance, and another that allows you to pass the main mission.]
Mo Shu’s interest piqued: Pass the main mission?
Sao Zha: [Yes, if there are main missions that are too crappy and you don’t want to do them, you can pass them. For example, there’s going to be a mission where you have to party wild at the Duck Club with four others, getting yellow and happy. I think you’ll definitely need this prop.]
Mo Shu: ...Yes, I absolutely need it!
Sao Zha snorted lightly: [You can’t afford it now, the pass machine costs 25 points, but there are other props, which I’ll tell you about later.]
After Mo Shu’s recent farce, the atmosphere at the site became lively.
The auctioneer took the stage, exchanged the usual pleasantries, and then introduced the first auction item.
The first auction was for a plot of land in a certain Special Economic Zone. It didn’t cover a large area, but from the current perspective, its development prospects looked very promising.
But Mo Shu knew that this piece of land, neither too big nor too small, would be awkward and, due to its remote location, despite seeming promising now, was doomed to rot in someone’s hands after the state introduced new planning.
However, others didn’t share Mo Shu’s knowledge and, eyeing the plot passionately, they started bidding fiercely.
Mo Shu, bored out of her mind, glanced around and noticed that Si Qiao was sitting on the sofa to her right, his recent followers standing behind him.
To her left on another group of sofas was another young person, seemingly around twenty-four or twenty-five, with a soft appearance and strikingly delicate features. When his eyes met Mo Shu’s, they couldn’t conceal the disdain and scorn.
Mo Shu’s eyelid twitched, and a name instantly came to mind: Yu Jing.
Yu Jing had always clashed with Mo Shu, particularly despising her for being a big-chested, brainless idiot.
The tragic end Mo Shu later faced was primarily Si Qiao’s doing, but Yu Jing played a significant role in fanning the flames.
Mo Shu suddenly felt a headache coming on.
Why did this Mo Shu constantly encounter enemies everywhere without being good at anything serious?