"Mom and Dad, don't believe this Old Devout Woman." Mo Qinzi looked at Old Mrs. Mo and laughed angrily, "What kind of thick skin does Elder Mo have? Could my words really make him vomit blood? You are just trying to frame me! Are you going to ask my family to pay for his treatment next, and then demand ten taels of silver for his recovery?"
Old Mrs. Mo choked, the darn girl had become clever, knowing exactly what she was plotting.
However, Old Mrs. Mo, shameless as she was, went along with Mo Qinzi's words and said, "Shouldn't it be the case? He is your elder uncle, your senior. Even your father would have to salute him, and here you are, a little girl, making him vomit blood. Shouldn't you compensate with some silver?"
"As expected, it's all about money." Mo Qinzi sneered repeatedly, "If you want me to pay, then fine, let's go get a doctor now. If Elder Mo hasn't vomited blood, your family will owe my family ten taels of silver and issue an apology to my family."
