The Rascal is Getting a Taste

"Grandma, I'm scared, Mo Jinrong…"

Lan Yaxin was a little worried. Mo Jinrong usually looked cold and didn't seem easy to get along with.

"What are you afraid of? That's why you keep losing to that brat Lan Anran. You deserve to be bullied for the rest of your life!"

Xu Yanshan pinched her daughter hard, blaming her for being unable to defeat Lan Anran.

Zhao Xiumei watched as Lan Yaxin cried aggrievedly and started to defend her granddaughter.

"You're not allowed to talk about my granddaughter like that! Lan Anran has learned savage techniques from the countryside since she was a child. It's normal for my granddaughter to lead a pampered life and not be able to win, but that doesn't matter. As long as Mo Jinrong likes her, it doesn't matter who says so!"

Zhao Xiumei hugged Lan Yaxin to comfort her.

"But Mom, Mo Jinrong doesn't seem to be an easy person, I'm afraid it'll be difficult for Yaxin to win!"