Send Her into Satan's Hands！

On the balcony of the second-floor living room, Mu Feichi dialed Mu Chongli's number as he stood in the cold wind.

Today's assessment had all been made by Mu Chongli without Mu Feichi's permission.

The assessments that all other potential female suitors for the Mu family had undergone weren't nearly as dangerous as what this girl had gone through tonight.

Precisely because he was Young Marshal Mu of the Mu clan, it had become an excuse for Mu Chongli to be unscrupulous.

It wasn't as if he hadn't thought about testing her and training her. He just wanted to wait for her to grow up a little bit more.

He had let Li Zilan train her a bit to at least let her have the ability to protect herself.

But he hadn't expected Mu Chongli to be so anxious, so anxious that he almost killed her.

How could he just dismiss his behavior?