Old Mrs. Mu's lifelong savings had all been brought out into the yard. She looked at those things and her bankbook, almost dying of anger on the spot.
This was her lifetime of money.
"You bastards, give me back my money, give it back to me."
"Give it back to you? Dream on. Also, someone take your wife and go to the bridal chamber, remember, to avoid long nights, if she resists, just hit her."
Mu Fang's gaze turned to the man, who hesitated. Was this okay?
"What, you don't dare? I'll let my brothers handle it then."
Hearing this, the man couldn't accept it; he had paid money, after all.
The man approached Mu Yu, and Old Mrs. Mu, protecting her daughter, was kicked aside. She watched helplessly as her daughter was beaten and dragged toward the room.
"Help, help, help!"
Mu Yu screamed in despair, but no one was there to save her.
The door of the room got closer and closer.
"Bang!"
The door was kicked open, and Bai Zhi entered nonchalantly, looking over everyone.
