The attire of this group was so outdated and shabby, they were obviously poor. Yet they dared to impersonate the young lady's grandmother—it was as if they were tired of living.
As everyone knew, Old Madam had only returned to the residence a few days ago, and all these servants had seen her.
He wasn't stupid, of course he wouldn't bother the young lady and disturb her rest for these paupers.
Old Lady Mo had long been unable to contain herself at the side; she used to give orders in the Mo family, no one ever dared to defy her. Now, she was being blatantly ignored by a servant, which made her extremely angry.
"You little brat, at my old age, I've traveled thousands of miles to find my granddaughter, and you dare block my way; I think you're asking for trouble," Old Lady Mo glared at the guard fiercely with her triangular eyes, looking as if she wanted to march up and hit him.
