"Anything else?" Mu Xiaojiu suddenly said flatly, clearly showing he had lost his patience and didn't want Ning Anran lingering there to cause trouble.
"I..." In a moment of panic, Ning Anran started speaking randomly.
"Baili Xia and the old man are related by blood as grandfather and granddaughter. Has Mr. Xiaojiu considered that if Xiaxia knows the truth, she might do something unfavorable to you?"
Mu Xiaojiu's face remained cold, without saying a word.
She continued, "Do you think you should do something about Baili Xia to prevent..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Mu Xiaojiu's gaze suddenly landed on her, piercingly cold.
Ning Anran felt as if she had been stripped and thrown into a frozen wilderness.
That coldness was so intense she couldn't speak at all.
"I told you not to meddle. Just do your own job. If you keep speaking nonsense, I'll teach you how to behave."
Mu Xiaojiu's voice sounded truly furious.
