"Who’s that?"

"What’s going on with her?"

"Oh my gosh, is it the Ghost Festival already? Why is there a ghost running around upstairs?"

"Who’s that woman? Why is she chasing two little kids?"

The people downstairs all looked up, watching Yan Zhirou chasing Xi and Chun around the circular corridor.

"I recognize that woman. She said she’s Young Master Xiao’s future wife!"

"No way! Would Old Master Xiao agree to let such a woman in?"

"Tsk! Look at her, does she have any qualifications to be a rich family’s wife?"

"Young Master Xiao’s taste is really lacking, isn’t it?"

"No wonder he can’t compare to Young Master Mo. Yan Xinxin is much better, so pretty and capable. No wonder Young Master Mo loves her so much!"

Xiao Yiran stood on the side, listening to the conversation of those noblewomen, he was so angry he almost crushed the wine glass in his hand!

But he didn’t have the courage to crush it, fearing the glass shards would cut his hand.

"You little brats! Stop right there!"

Xiao Yiran was feeling frustrated and suddenly heard Yan Zhirou shouting.

"You two little rascals, if you don’t stop, when I catch you, I’ll slice you up!"

"Brother, Chun can’t run anymore."

"Alright, then we won’t run!"

Mo Chenxi said as he looked back at Yan Zhirou chasing after them and frowned slightly.

"Chun, crouch down!"

"Okay!"

As Mo Chenxi finished speaking, the siblings suddenly crouched down in front of the staircase, and Mo Chenxi held Chun tightly and moved to the side.

Yan Zhirou was giving it her all to chase after those little kids!

However, she didn’t expect that those two little ones would actually obey and stop, but she was running so fast that she couldn’t stop!

"Ah—"

Yan Zhirou’s pig-like scream echoed throughout the whole villa.

"Thunk, thunk..."

She seemed like a heavy water barrel, completely losing her balance as she tumbled all the way down to the last step.

"Bang!"

Finally, she landed heavily on the floor.

"Oh no! Rou!"

Ye Lirong ran down in a panic, and, just like Yan Zhirou, her whole face was a mess, extremely embarrassing!

Everyone in the living room watched the scene of Yan Zhirou rolling down from upstairs but couldn’t bring themselves to feel sympathetic.

Just hearing those cruel words she said chasing the kids, no one would feel sorry for her!

Yan Zhirou was in pain all over, and now real tears flowed from her eyes.

Ye Lirong hurried over to help her up, but just as Yan Zhirou was about to get up, a polished black leather shoe suddenly stepped on the back of her right hand.

Yan Zhirou froze, lifting her fierce and disheveled face with anger.

"Are you blind, daring to... dare... Young Master Mo..."

Instantly, Yan Zhirou’s face turned from red to white, descending rapidly.

"Young Master Mo..."

Her mouth hung open, her tongue tied, unable to utter a sound, suddenly falling silent.

Ye Lirong was also too scared to breathe loudly, standing there dumbfounded.

The crowd didn’t understand why Mo Chuxi stepped on this woman’s hand.

But Mo Chuxi’s exquisite face was as cold as snow, and his eyes emitted a frightening gleam.

He bent down slightly, his thin, attractive lips moving gently.

"Trash should go back to the trash pile. This time, I’ll personally send you to the trash pile."

"Daddy!"

"Dada, dada!"