The sudden movement in the ward alerted Lisa who was guarding the door outside.
When she pushed open the door and entered the ward, her eyes narrowed at the tense atmosphere and her hand instinctively reached for the holster on her waist.
The boy swept his eyes across her.
Not batting an eyelid, she quickly walked up to his side with a cold look.
Mu Lianjue nonchalantly ordered, "Sit down!"
Mu Yazhe's face remained unchanged, his cold eyes gleaming.
His fourth uncle regarded him and coldly barked his order again, "Sit down!"
It was clear that he wanted to negotiate with him!
The younger man's lips lifted as he returned to his seat expressionlessly, yet no matter how he restrained himself, his hands still trembled uncontrollably.
This was the man—the one who had his mother killed.
He squinted dangerously. "You're also behind my mother's poisoning back then, weren't you?!"
