Yang Yuan wanted to go over and explain, but was blocked by Mu Lingchuan's assistant.
Everyone who saw Mr. Mu's furious figure had the same thought.
That is, this girl is really not ordinary to Mr. Mu...
...
In the president's office on the sixtieth floor of Feixue.
Baili Xia sat on the sofa, holding a cup of warm water, sipping it bit by bit.
She curled up there, noticeably terrified.
That appearance just stepping out of the fright made even the angry Mu Lingchuan feel like it's not suitable to vent his anger on her.
But he still couldn't let it go. Why did she go and play such a role for others?
Are they trying to do scenes of glaring and violent body doubles? Don't they know how ruthless men are usually?
Look at her now, arms, shoulders and even the neck, are covered with bruises.
If her Uncle saw these bruises, he would be so mad that he might want to kill someone.
...Something strange is, Baili Xia didn't think of Xiaoyao, thinking about her uncle, in this case.
