"What are you doing?"
A woman's voice suddenly appeared, and Mu Danian and Mrs. Jin turned around to see Mu Xiaxia standing not far away, staring at them.
The two of them were so frightened they quickly separated.
Mrs. Jin's first reaction was to squat in the corner and vomit.
At the thought of her hand being touched by Mu Danian, that dead pig, Mrs. Jin felt terribly uncomfortable and nauseous.
Mu Danian was also angry, blaming Mu Xiaxia from the fourth branch for ruining his good moment.
The chance to touch Mrs. Jin's soft hands was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it was disrupted by this stinky girl.
"Why do you care what we're doing? You stinky girl, what are you doing in this corner? Did you steal something from the Old Mu Family again to keep for yourself?"
"No, no... Uncle, I didn't steal anything." Mu Xiaxia shook her head like a rattle drum.
"No? Then what sneaky business are you up to here? What did you see?" Mu Danian asked.
