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Mu Xiaojiu stood by, calmly watching Mu Xuri talk enthusiastically about the grand plan for the future development of the Mu Corporation.

The words spoken by Mu Xuri on stage seemed somewhat distant from him; such matters were something he had no desire to concern himself with at the moment.

Feng Gang’s furious shout as he left echoed repeatedly in his mind.

Regret?

Perhaps, at this moment, he was already tasting the flavor of regret.

To take revenge, he involved Xiaxia, using her to deal with Baili Yang.

Now, to make Baili Yang willingly confess, he used Xiaxia to threaten him…

He didn’t know what exactly he had done.

Even though he kept telling himself that Baili Yang was the murderer who killed his father, the knot in his heart still couldn’t be untangled.

At this moment, he felt terrible, so terrible that he really wanted to go for a run of tens of kilometers to release his frustration.

Clearly, revenge had been taken, so why was there no sense of relief?

Finally, he exhaled lightly and turned to walk out of the venue.

Here, he was no longer needed…

…

Baili Xia’s phone was being dialed by Zimo all afternoon.

After she left her room in the morning, Zimo waited for over an hour, unable to wait any longer, and began tentatively calling her.

Unable to connect, every time it was the same result.

She had no idea what had happened to her, not even Mu Xiaoyao was seen later.

The servant said Mr.

Mu had gone to the Sihai Residence; Zimo really wanted to go and see but couldn’t find an excuse.

She was afraid that taking action on her own might cause trouble for Xiaxia.

However, just waiting like this was really not a solution.

Mu Lingchuan returned at noon and sent a maid to invite her down for lunch, for the third time.

It was from the maid that she learned Mr.

Mu had returned to the Sihai Residence.

Mu Xiaoyao left; wasn’t he waiting for Xiaxia?

She clearly remembered that when Xiaxia went down from the window sill, she had carefully instructed her to guard this door for her.

This seemed to clearly indicate that Xiaxia was afraid Mu Xiaoyao would come looking for her.

However, Mu Xiaoyao had left, so where exactly was Xiaxia?

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door from outside.

Zimo’s heart tightened, and she quickly walked to the door.

“Who? I’m not feeling well, it’s inconvenient.”

She was still guarding against Mu Xiaoyao; it was Xiaxia who instructed her to be cautious.

To her surprise, it was actually Mu Lingchuan’s voice that came from outside.

“Not feeling well? Let me come in and have a look.”

Zimo’s fingers tightened, knowing that he had returned, but she didn’t expect him to come up personally.

“It’s nothing, not dressed properly, I…

want to sleep.”

“Come downstairs to eat first, you can sleep after eating.”

“No…”

“Zimo, what on earth are you doing?

Open the door first.” Mu Lingchuan was getting anxious.

Zimo was never someone who hesitated, so just opening the door shouldn’t be that hard.

“If you don’t open the door, I’ll just use a key to open it.” He issued the final ultimatum.

Zimo had no choice but to open the door.

If she continued like this, it would only make people suspicious.

She originally planned that if Mu Lingchuan asked about Baili Xia when he entered, she would say Xiaxia was in the bathroom with a stomach issue.

Unexpectedly, after Mu Lingchuan entered, he didn’t mention anything about Baili Xia.

“Where are you feeling unwell? I’ll call the doctor to check you out.” Mu Lingchuan scrutinized her face.

When people are unwell, their complexion usually turns pale.

How come her face looked flushed even though she said she was unwell?

Could it be…

a fever?

He reached out his hand to feel her forehead.

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