Ning Anran had one more realization about Mu Xuri's ruthlessness and selfishness.
Following someone like him, there's fundamentally no sense of security.
If it were Mr. Xiaojiu, he would only be protective, and would never lose his temper at her because he might get implicated.
Without comparison, there is no harm; the more Ning Anran looks at Mu Xuri, this old bastard, the more disgusted she gets.
But now, without the backing of Mr. Xiaojiu, Ning Anran cannot yet abandon Mu Xuri, her current support.
She hurriedly explained, "Third Uncle, I acted in haste at the time and didn't think much before cursing at her."
"But we already have grievances with each other, even if I wronged her a bit, she probably wouldn't think much of it."
Mu Xuri let out a heavy breath, his expression grave.
"Pay attention in the future, she's not as simple as you think."
"Got it."
