Suddenly, the room was quiet.
So quiet that only breathing could be heard.
All eyes in the room fell on Ni Yang.
No one expected that Ni Yang would easily grab Ni Dazhu's hand, let alone that the country girl would say such words.
She was as composed as if she were not a teenager, let alone a recent arrival from the countryside.
"Let go of me!" Dazhu struggled, but Yang's hand seemed to be an unwavering clamp around his wrist.
If he hadn't experienced it himself, Ni Dazhu wouldn't believe that he was less strong than this little girl.
"Let go of your uncle, you child," Cuihua quickly said as she held her child and walked over to Yang.
Ni Yang gave Ni Cuihua a look, then released his hand.
Ni Dazhu glared at the both of them, pointing to the door and yelled, "Look at the fine daughter you've raised! No wonder the Mu family refused to accept you! Get out of my sight, I don't know you!"
