Mu Yi looked at Mu Lingyun in front of him and furrowed his brows.
The girl before him was his daughter.
She was graceful and stunning.
Her demeanor was calm and composed; when facing him, she was neither servile nor overbearing.
When she spoke, her words carried a hint of a faint smile, always exuding a sense of confidence.
She was undeniably outstanding.
Far more so than the impostor he had just dealt with.
Even more so than his son.
He should have been happy, should have felt a sense of pride seeing his daughter come into her own.
But he did not.
He felt not a trace of joy.
Instead, from deep within, a sense of fear began to emerge.
Her behavior clearly indicated that she knew fully what he had done to her mother.
So, she was not just his daughter, she might also be his enemy.
Logically, it would be safest to kill her.
But he dared not.