Mu Yurou's crying subsided, and I gently placed her on the sofa, softly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "There, there, you will meet someone better in the future, but it definitely won't be me." Having said that, I stood up, left the private room, and regardless of how Mu Yurou called out behind me, I never looked back.
What I hadn't expected was that just as the Mu Family's crisis seemed to be calming down, another wave was rising. Mu Baifei, the eldest of the Mu Family, actually declared his intention to win Zhou Xiaoxiao's hand in marriage, with the wedding set for the end of this month, inviting all the city's elite to attend.
I almost dropped my jaw when I saw the news flash on my phone this morning. I hadn't expected Zhou Xiaoxiao to be so capable; she truly managed to grasp Mu Baifei's heart.
