"Nephew, why are you acting like this?" Mu Lifeng was so angry that his entire body was trembling. After all, they were his wife and daughter. Mu Wanyue's talent was outstanding and he had always valued her.
Beiting Huang ignored Mu Lifeng and held Mu Qingling's hand. "Miss Mu, I was a good-for-nothing in the past, and you've suffered a lot because of me. No matter what happens to us in the future, I won't let anyone bully you again!"
Beiting Huang looked up at Mu Lifeng. "Not even your family!"
Mu Lifeng recalled that he had just heard from Beiting Huang that Mu Qingling was poisoned. His face turned red. "Nephew, you said that Qingling was poisoned. Is that true?"
"Whether it's true or not, can't you just ask your wife?" Beiting Huang sneered and took a step forward. Nangong Zhiyun could not help but pull Mu Wanyue back. "Why are you asking me? How would I know?"
