Perhaps, from the moment Little Nine was unwilling to come back with him, it was already doomed...
"I will meet Little Nine tomorrow," Mu Yi said with a bitter smile. "Mother, you are still weak. Why don't you go rest first..."
Old Lady Mu snorted coldly. "If you had the means to seek justice for Qingya, would you still need me, an old lady, to come out? If it weren't for you being so useless, I wouldn't be this exhausted."
After saying these words, Old Lady Mu did not look at Mu Yi again as she turned around and left the room.
Looking at Old Lady Mu's back as she left, Mu Yi's eyes were also filled with guilt.
He felt useless.
After his wife passed away, he had married Princess Qingluo and had an excellent daughter, but he had no way to vent his anger on her behalf when she suffered just because he owed Little Nine too much.
His mother was hurt, but he could do nothing.
