Baili Xia was currently in a bad mood. When Uncle asked her if she liked Mu Lingchuan, she didn't even have to think before blurting it out.
"What does it matter if I like him? You said you wouldn't get involved."
Always bullying her, even the most patient person would reach their limit.
Not to mention, her temper isn't that great to begin with—it's just that this man always uses his power to intimidate her.
Mu Xiaojiu's broad palm clenched instantly.
He did say he wouldn't interfere, but for some reason, hearing her say this made him inexplicably angry.
Because of this girl, he lost control for the second time, unable to restrain his wrath!
Every outburst of his was because of her!
"Very well," these two words were almost squeezed from between his teeth.
He stared at the girl he had forced onto the bed, his anger receding slightly from his eyes.
Then, instead of getting angry, he laughed. "It seems that I've been too good to you lately which made you forget your place."