They Might Not Have the Right, but Don't I Have the Right?

Feng Rui and Qi Yuan stood at the door, thinking that they had heard Mu Feichi's instructions wrong. They turned to look at the patriarch of the Si family, then at Young Marshal Mu, who had given the order. They didn't know what to do so they didn't do anything for the moment.

She was the daughter of the Si family, and this was their home. And Young Marshal Mu wanted them to throw her...out?

This was really characteristic of Young Marshal Mu's way of doing things. He could act so domineering even when it wasn't his territory. He didn't even consider the patriarch of the Si family.

"What are you guys doing? Didn't you hear me?"

"Yes." Feng Rui and Qi Yuan glanced at each other, stepped forward, and grabbed onto Si Wenxuan's arms.

As soon as they touched her, Si Wenxuan frantically pushed their hands away. "What are you doing? How dare little secretaries like you lay hands on me? If you aren't careful, I will make you suffer."