"What are you standing there for? Grab her, don't let her escape." Mu Feng pushed the security guard beside him and shouted angrily. With Mu Feng's ire sparked, the guards had no choice but to brace themselves and charge towards Qianxi.
A throng of security guards lunged at Qianxi, but everyone suddenly saw darkness, and in the next moment, they found themselves sitting on the ground. Meanwhile, Qianxi's steps toward the door didn't pause for a second, leaving them helpless but to watch the determined footsteps with no means to intervene.
Mu Feng, watching Qianxi's silhouette leave, stomped his feet in anger at his spot. The butler beside him, worried that Mu Feng might vent his anger on him, kept his head down and stayed silent.
Glancing at Xiao Wushuang, who was unconscious and limp like a puddle of mud in the room, Mu Feng sighed heavily. He was not currently focused on Xiao Wushuang being beaten to such a state, but rather, who would treat Muyun's illness in the future.
