While Yin Fu was celebrating his first victory, Mo Qiang too was also forced to attend a party as per the request of Yu Gen. She was literally stuffed inside the dress that she was wearing and felt really uncomfortable.
"Ugh, It's so tight," Mo Qiang grimaced as she tugged on the collar of her dress and then turned to look at Mo Xifeng before asking, "Don't you feel awkward and uncomfortable while wearing that dress? I feel like I am going to suffocate."
Why did Yu Gen have to choose a dress that had no sleeves, no back, but a really tight front?
Mo Xifeng turned and looked at Mo Qiang. She remarked, "Why are you complaining, sister? I recall you quite liked wearing dresses like these."
Mo Qiang paused and turned to look away; she then pulled an obnoxious expression on her face and said to her, "What? Am I not allowed to change my preference? I liked them in the past, but I no longer like them any more. What's wrong with it?"
Though she said that, Mo Xifeng couldn't help but feel annoyed; her sister was too sensitive. She caught such a small detail.
"Everyone, please pay attention!"
Yu Gen's voice echoed in the ground where they were having the party.
Mo Qiang and Mo Xifeng turned to look at Yu Gen, who was standing in front of them and addressing the crowd.
"It is my honour to tell you all that the face behind the new scented oil that helps us to keep the Zerg bats away was created by this young woman right here."
"She had helped us quite a lot; if not for her, I am afraid that we would have lost our homes. So, give her a round of applause for all the hard work and risks she has taken."
The officials turned and looked at Mo Qiang and Mo Xifeng. Among these officials, there were some old, and they didn't know anything about the two sisters.
In the end, they all looked at one another and made a quick decision before walking to where Mo Xifeng was standing.
"You did a great job, miss."
"I can see how dignified you are in just one glance."
"You are so beautiful. Your face looks like it is a work of art."
"Can you shake my hands? I will try to borrow your luck for my exams."
"Please bless this idiot of mine; she always received a 0 on her test."
Mo, the real creator, Qiang: "..."
Alright.
She closed her eyes and smiled before shaking her head. There was no need for her to feel sorry for herself. She was wise and smart, and she knew from the start that such a thing was going to happen.
Mo Qiang was not at all jealous! She would rather have tons of money in her pockets than empty praises.
There was nothing to be upset about.
But–
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