"Sir, why don't we go back first?"
Seeing Mu Xuri being mistreated here, Leng Yu felt upset.
But she didn't have the courage to vent at Mr. Xiaojiu's people, so she could only try to comfort Mu Xuri.
Mu Xuri shook his head; he couldn't leave.
He needed to find out the current progress of this matter clearly.
Otherwise, he would fall into passivity.
From the hall, sounds of someone coming downstairs echoed.
Mu Xuri's heart tightened, knowing that Jiu was coming down.
In less than a minute, Mu Xiaojiu's tall figure appeared at the entrance of the hall.
He glanced over at Mu Xuri and walked straight to the stone table in the courtyard to sit down.
That demeanor had lost all respect for Mu Xuri long ago.
Mu Xuri had no choice but to endure and signaled Leng Yu to push him over.
"Jiu, what's going on? Has something happened?"
Mu Xiaojiu looked at him indifferently, saying nothing.
His deep-set eyes were inscrutable, impossible to read his thoughts.
