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A wave of unease swept over Baili Xia’s heart.

At this point, even if she intended to conceal her actions, she could no longer hide them.

She took a few steps forward, and suddenly her knees bent, and she knelt on the ground with a thud.

Looking up at Mu Xiaojiu, her voice trembled slightly.

“Uncle, please, let my grandfather go, okay?”

Mu Xiaojiu reached out to snuff out his cigar in the ashtray before turning his head to look at her, speaking coldly.

“Finally admitting it?”

Baili Xia was slightly taken aback, the voice sounded so unfamiliar, Uncle had never spoken to her in this tone before.

Even when he was angry in the past, the feeling was completely different from now.

Could it be that once the last layer of window paper was pierced, the past feelings also disappeared?

She felt somewhat lost inside, meeting Mu Xiaojiu’s gaze, she said faintly, “Didn’t you already know all this?”

Mu Xiaojiu did not respond, which was equivalent to acknowledging it.

He coldly looked at Baili Xia kneeling on the ground, and after a while, he said, “Guess, who is your grandfather going to meet today?”

Without waiting for Baili Xia to answer, he continued, “Today he’s going to attend a press conference, planned for so many years, finally waiting for today.”

“Today is finally the time to close the net, do you think I can give up?”

“After the press conference, your grandfather will be imprisoned for the crimes he committed back then, which is already letting him off easy.”

Only then did Baili Xia realize what the old man and Feng Gang went out to do.

It turned out that everything was an arranged plot by Uncle.

Due to tension, Baili Xia’s breathing became heavier, and her body also started to tremble.

“Uncle, please let him go, it’s all a misunderstanding! Really, he hasn’t done anything, I beg you not to harm my grandfather!”

Baili Xia crawled on the ground, moving closer to Mu Xiaojiu.

Mu Xiaojiu completely ignored her actions, a hint of ridicule in his voice.

“Misunderstanding?

Do you really know what he did back then?”

“I know, I know, Grandpa told me.

Mu Canghai was not killed by Grandpa, it was done by someone else.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Xiaojiu’s face instantly became colder.

“Mu Canghai? He still has the guts to mention that name!”

He mumbled to himself, suddenly slamming his palm down on the coffee table.

A loud bang sounded, and a huge crack appeared on the coffee table under his palm.

Baili Xia had never seen Mu Xiaojiu so angry, and her body involuntarily tilted to the side, her hands supporting the floor.

Mu Xiaoyao heard the sound and stood up.

After walking into the hall, he glanced at Mu Xiaojiu and Baili Xia and said indifferently, “Uncle, these things have nothing to do with her.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp look shot over.

Mu Xiaoyao returned the gaze coolly, showing no sign of fear.

“Have you forgotten your surname?” Mu Xiaojiu said coldly.

“I haven’t forgotten, I just…”

Before Mu Xiaoyao could finish speaking, Ye Hua interrupted.

“Mr. Xiaojiu, it’s almost time, we should set off.”

Both of them are so stubborn, if they started arguing, he wouldn’t be able to stop them.

Mu Xiaojiu looked at the hourglass timer, the sand at the top was almost all down.

He snorted coldly and stood up from the sofa.

Without looking at Baili Xia, he headed directly towards the outside of the hall.

As he passed by Mu Xiaoyao, he said lightly, “Lock her in the room, don’t let her leave.”

After speaking, he turned around and strode towards the door.

Ye Hua and Mu Xiaoyao nodded, and quickly followed after him.

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