"Ridiculous," Grandpa Mo spoke up, somewhat dissatisfied, "Can't she go if she's not wearing a long dress? How is this dress disrespectful? Go on!"
Mo Shu was somewhat reluctant. "Grandpa, you don't know, Aunt Yu likes girls who wear long dresses. You say she already dislikes me. If I go dressed in a way she doesn't like, won't she dislike me even more?"
Yu Siqiao noticed her choice of words: Aunt Yu.
His heart inexplicably felt even more blocked.
She hadn't called her that before.
Now even the way she addressed her had become so distant.
This woman was really... becoming more and more irritating!
Hearing this, Grandpa Mo snorted, "She has disliked you for more than a day or two. If she has set her heart on disliking you, whatever you wear will be pointless."
Mo Shu: "..."
Yu Siqiao, with a stern face, pulled her hand, "Let's go."
Mo Shu was extremely unwilling but still forced herself to follow him out.
