"Little Yinzhang?"
Qiao An lifted her head and excitedly called toward the door, "Come in quick!"
Mu Shaoxi pushed open the door and scampered in, his eyes, clear black and white, widened, and his little mouth formed an "O" shape, "Pretty sister, what's wrong with you?"
"It's your little uncle's doing," Qiao An said with a sad face. "Little Yinzhang, can you save your sister?"
"Shaoxi can!"
"Good, then come here," Qiao An's eyes flashed with a sly glint.
Perfect.
With a little helper here, how could she still worry about not having freedom?
After whispering into Mu Shaoxi's ear for a while, Mu Shaoxi nodnodded in understanding and turned to run out.
No sooner had Mu Shaoxi descended the stairs than he bumped into Mu Jingxi.
He let out an "Ouch" and fell backward.
"Young master, are you alright?" The servant rushed forward with concern to help him up.
Mu Jingxi's expression was gloomy and unusually serious, "Where are you hurrying off to in such a rush?"
