Hurt?
Kind?
Even if Mu Qiqi was used to having her father spew those two words out of his mouth, she still felt a little embarrassed when he said that in front the teacher.
Still, she was no longer a part of the Mu family now. Even if she shared his blood in her veins, her guardianship was no longer in that man's hand by law. Moreover, she was now an adult as of yesterday.
So why was she afraid? By what right?
At that very thought, Mu Qiqi looked up and leveled her eyes at Papa Mu. "Apologies, Uncle Mu, but Mu Tangxue was trying to frame me by tripping herself, and that's why I pushed her. You only have your own precious daughter to blame for that instead of trying to pin it on me."
Papa Mu saw red at her firm, well-spoken words and was about to slap her, only to be stopped by her class teacher.
"This is a school, sir."
"No, teacher—allow him. There's surveillance here, and I could have him meet my lawyer," Mu Qiqi replied.
