Muh Ziyang's face darkened a bit more, "I invited you over only to have you cooperate with the investigation. Even though I'm not from the Military District, after all, we're somewhat acquainted, so coming to check on you isn't too much."
"Muh Ziyang, stop pretending. If you're not disgusted, I feel like throwing up!" Mu Anran sneered, looking at him contemptuously, "Is it because my brother is back, and you've suffered yet again? You've worked so hard for so many years, holding the woman in your palm, but as soon as she sees my brother, she doesn't even have the mood to pretend with you. Is that very disappointing, very resentful? You vent on me, which is no different than venting on my brother, but I have to remind you. Four years ago, you lost to my brother, and four years later, you still can't beat him. Do you think the filthy stuff you painstakingly did can be hidden? Good and evil will be repaid eventually; your retribution is coming soon. Just wait for it!"
