In the backyard, dozens of brothers were training here.
Baili Xia knew this must have been deliberately arranged by Uncle; ostensibly, it was training, but in reality, it was strict vigilance.
It's to prevent anyone from coming to rescue Tian.
Today, the matter at Sihai Residence is still being strongly suppressed.
Mu Xuri naturally knows about the situation here, but he can't act recklessly yet.
As for the guests, the news has not spread yet.
Passing through the backyard, they directly arrived at the dungeon where Ning Anran was once held.
The two brothers at the door saw Mu Xiaojiu and immediately saluted.
"Mr. Xiaojiu."
Mu Xiaojiu said nothing; his face devoid of any expression.
He directly bypassed the two and pushed open the stone door to enter.
The dungeon was eerie and cold, chilling to the bone.
He felt no sympathy for Tian; it was already good enough that her life was spared.
