Mo Yongxi naturally overheard the whispers of the people around him and was so furious that he almost spat blood, looking at Mo Yan, dressed in a nearly new, delicately patterned garment, with a beauty like a blooming flower. Envy turned his eyes crimson with rage, and he wished he could tear her to pieces right there and then.
Mo Yan seemed to sense his gaze and glanced at Mo Yongxi, clearly not missing the envy in his eyes. She smiled indifferently and turned her attention to the broken fruit seedlings.
There were about twenty broken fruit seedlings, almost each one broken into thirds; someone must have harbored immense hatred against their house for Mo Yongxi to do something so senseless.
Before long, Mo Qingze hurried over. Mo Yan stepped forward and briefly explained the situation, then showed him the broken fruit seedlings. Mo Qingze's expression darkened. He said nothing, but his gaze towards Mo Yongxi was very cold.