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Early in the morning, an invitation was received at Sihai Residence.

Uncle Mu Xuri invited everyone to the main house for breakfast.

In the past, the Mu family often held such small gatherings.

Before everyone left the house, a small meeting would be held, usually to announce or discuss something.

However, the person who used to manage the meeting… now everything has completely changed.

Baili Xia and Mu Xiaoyao went together.

As they walked into the main house, both of them felt a simultaneous tremor inside.

Baili Xia quickly composed herself, her fair and translucent face betraying no excess emotions.

But Mu Xiaoyao felt inexplicably heavy-hearted as he entered the dining room.

Uncle was present, as were Big Brother and Zimo, but the man at the head of the table had already been replaced by Uncle.

In the past, this seat had always been occupied by Grandfather.

Sometimes, in deep contemplation, he would ask himself if he had gone wrong along the way.

Although Baili Yang occupied Grandfather’s position, over the years, Grandfather’s image had deeply rooted itself in people’s hearts.

What wrongs did he actually commit against the younger generation of the Mu family?

Upon reflection, aside from holding this position, what harm had he actually done to them?

Perhaps he shouldn’t question, after all, it was Baili Yang who caused the death of Uncle’s father.

That was Uncle’s biological father, and the enmity of killing one’s father is irreconcilable. That Uncle did not demand Baili Yang’s blood as retribution was already exceedingly benevolent.

But now, it inevitably reminded one of the past.

In the years when Baili Yang was around, at least on the surface, there was harmony in the Mu family.

“Uncle.” Regardless of who else was present, Mu Xiaoyao was the first to greet Mu Xiaojiu, consistent throughout the years.

Baili Xia followed behind him. The hostility and resistance she faced with Mu Xiaojiu last night was now completely absent on her beautiful little face.

“Uncle.” It was as if confirming the saying, “Follow whoever you marry,” when Mu Xiaoyao greeted Uncle first, she also followed suit.

After Mu Xiaoyao took his seat, she looked at Mu Xuri and softly called, “Uncle, Mrs. Wen.”

Neither warm nor cold, her attitude was just right.

Mu Xuri’s gaze fell on her face. After acknowledging him, this girl naturally sat right next to Mu Xiaoyao.

She seemed completely at ease, with no trace of hostility towards him.

She was neither warm nor seemed to be trying to win him over, or intending to get close to him.

Why did an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl become more and more unreadable?

Wen Yu, like Mu Xuri, also had her gaze fixed on Baili Xia.

The results of last night’s discussions still couldn’t unravel the reason behind the girl delivering medicine to Ning Anran.

This breakfast meeting was arranged to see if she had indeed regained her memory.

However, after sitting down, Baili Xia only whispered to Zimo beside her.

She still appeared the same, not very warm towards others, but exclusively friendly to Zimo.

Occasionally, she would steal a glance at Mu Xiaoyao, behaving just like a girl in love.

This behavior made her even more indecipherable than last night.

As for Mu Xiaojiu, he was engrossed in the morning newspaper from beginning to end.

When Baili Xia entered the door, he glanced at her, with no particular emotion in his eyes.

Now, everyone was doing their own thing again.

Mu Xuri still couldn’t fathom these people, but today, he was determined to give it a try!

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