Mu Qing seemed to vaguely guess something, disbelief in his eyes as he looked at the beautiful woman revealing a cold smile; it felt as though a knife was held against his neck.
Fear...
At this moment, what Mu Qing felt was an unprecedented fear...
"Dad!"
"Daddy!"
Two cries for help entered from outside the door.
Then, Mu Tingting and Mu Yixue, tied up like rice dumplings, were harshly thrown in front of Mu Qing.
His daughters, once beautiful as flowers, were now unrecognizable. Their dry, yellow hair replaced the silky black they once had, and their faces were waxen and frail, clearly living a miserable life.
And all because of that wretched Mu Ruyue!
Mu Qing was mad with hatred, yet helpless; even without Madam Holy Moon, he had long been incapable of doing anything to that woman.
"Who are you? Who allowed you to barge into the Mu Family?" Mu Yixue yelled frantically at Madam Holy Moon, her frail body trembling slightly.