Mu Liang stroked her hair, "I understand."
Even though she was spoiled as a child, she was very kind. She was never such a utilitarian girl.
"Mu Liang, Qiao's is the fruit of my parent's efforts; I don't want to see it destroyed like this," Qiao Xia said. She knew that once Mu Liang took action, he would strike accurately. She understood Mu Liang—he was true to his word and would never do anything he wasn't certain of.
"You want me to let them off?" Mu Liang frowned. He was about ready; the net that Gu Xiaowu had laid out was now slowly being retracted, "I do not agree!"
He held the girl in his palm, who had been so humiliated by them.
Let them go?
In their dreams!
Qiao Xia shook her head, "I want Qiao's to continue operating, even if the Qiao family isn't at the helm."
A faint smile appeared on Mu Liang's cold features.
That sounded more like it, more like his girl.
