Madam Wu leaned back in the Eight Immortals Chair, her chest heaving, unable to calm down for a long time.
Mu Yuanjing looked at Madam Wu, her hand hidden beneath the quilt clenching tightly.
She should have felt satisfied and pleased to stir this muddy water so filthy, but seeing Madam Wu like this, Mu Yuanjing felt a bit low in her heart.
Biting her back molars, Mu Yuanjing shifted her gaze to the window.
She was speaking off the cuff.
What does it matter if there's no evidence? What does it matter if it's true or false?
Anyway, she didn't believe Mu Yuanmou had the guts to harm Mu Liankang and Mu Lianxiao. How could Lian Family, a mere woman, overstep Mu Yuanmou and act recklessly?
Mu Yuanjing remembered how Mu Yuanmou was different from the other brothers since they were young.
