"Since you've seen it, then try to soothe it."
Mu Xiaojiu's large hand extended, gripping Baili Xia's wrist tightly; this girl had no chance to escape right in front of him.
The door slammed shut with a bang, leaving the desperate little girl to stare at the man who threw her onto the bed.
Watching him lock the door systematically, then walk to the bedside, taking off his clothes one by one.
Her little heart instantly trembled fiercely.
Uncle is angry, and the consequences really could be severe.
Tonight, can she even survive?
...
Over the past few days, everything seemed calm on the surface in the Mu family, but underneath, turbulent waves were surging.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
On this day, in the main mansion's dining hall, Mu Xiaojiu came over from Sihai Residence.
Having dinner together with the old master, Mu Xiaoyao, Baili Xia, and Ning Anran.
Seeing Uncle sitting not far from her, Baili Xia felt somewhat uneasy inside.
