As he spoke, he actually pulled out a small spring-loaded knife from somewhere, spun it around his fingertip, and with a swish, the blade sprung out, its edge glinting coldly, and he didn't look like he was lying at all.
Mu Jiajia was so scared that she was shivering, quickly withdrawing her fingers as tears flowed even more fiercely.
But now, his crying didn't encapsulate any sense of beauty; instead, it was painfully ugly to look at.
Old Master Mu looked at Mu Jiajia and said, "You should go back. Becoming like this was your own doing."
After the elder spoke, he turned to leave. But Mu Jiajia, like a madman, tried to rush over, only to be stopped by Mu An and Yang Yi.
"I mean, Mu Jiajia, don't push your luck, alright? Don't you have any idea what you've done? How could you have the face to come and find my grandpa after that?"
"What did I do!" Mu Jiajia pushed Mu An away, with hatred flashing in his eyes.
