Jiang Yutai has always been a tyrant at home, directly dragging Zhuang Chujiao upstairs.
"Brother Yutai, you're hurting me." Zhuang Chujiao said aggrievedly.
Unfortunately, Jiang Yutai couldn't listen to anything right now; he just wanted to know the truth.
As they left, Liu Xiangqing couldn't help but click her tongue, asking, "What you just said, is it true?"
"If it were false, would she be so scared?" Mu Yan chuckled lightly.
Liu Xiangqing nodded, "That's true, but she's too..."
Seeing her at a loss for words, Mu Yan continued, "Promiscuous?"
Liu Xiangqing lightly coughed, "Didn't your family die of anger?"
"At the time, they seemed very angry. Whether they've calmed down now or not, I don't know." Mu Yan said indifferently, not caring.
Upstairs, Jiang Yutai pushed open the door, shoved Zhuang Chujiao inside, and closed the door behind him.
Zhuang Chujiao staggered, steadied herself, and looked back at him, "Brother Yutai, what are you doing?"
