"Yuanchun is dead!"
Mu Yandi was Mu Yuanchun's aunt, barely in her thirties. Due to the small age gap between them, they shared a great relationship.
Today, she was dressed in an off-white blouse with a silk bow at the collar, paired with a black straight long skirt, combining a casual and professional style.
In her thirties, she was in her prime.
Her skin was smooth and resilient, her figure alluring and graceful, showing no signs of being a mother of two.
At this moment, Mu Yandi's hands were clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of her hands, silver teeth clenched, face contorted in anger:
"Third Brother, your son is dead!"
"Aren't you going to react at all?"
"What do you want me to do?" Mu San sat expressionlessly in his seat, suddenly startled and shouting wildly:
"The person is already dead, what more do you want from me?"
"Revenge!"
Mu Yandi's eyes widened, gritting her teeth, she said:
