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Around them were other people from the Mu Group and quite a few of their subordinates.

In front of so many people, Mu Xuri’s dignity was undoubtedly compromised.

Mu Xuri turned slightly to glance at Mu Dongyu, who sat not far from him, looking displeased.

Mu Dongyu sensed his gaze and frowned.

He felt helpless with this son.

Mu Xiaoyao was even more difficult to deal with than Mu Lingchuan; he simply didn’t listen to him.

Seeing that Mu Dongyu didn’t say a word, Mu Xuri grew even angrier.

He looked up at Ning Anran, then turned to Mu Xiaoyao and said, “Even if she’s soon to marry into the Mu family, she needs to learn how to respect others.”

“Someone like her, who doesn’t even respect Wen Yu, why bother coming?”

Baili Xia remarked, “When have I ever disrespected Mrs. Wen?”

Mu Xuri gave Ning Anran a pull, pushing her to the front.

“Look at the injuries on An Ran—didn’t you cause those yesterday?”

Baili Xia now understood his implication and didn’t hide it.

She stepped forward, standing in front of Mu Xiaoyao again.

“Yes, I hit her yesterday.”

“But did you ask her why I did?”

Her gaze turned to Ning Anran, who stood shamelessly beside Mu Xuri, looking disdainful.

Baili Xia truly regretted not hitting her harder yesterday, as she hadn’t learned her lesson.

“Why? All I know is, yesterday I asked her to notify the people at Sihai Residence about today’s address for the memorial hall.”

“In such a situation, you still laid a hand on her, yet you say you respect Wen Yu?”

After speaking, Mu Xuri’s gaze fell on Mu Xiaojiu.

“Should someone who shows no respect to Wen Yu be thrown out?”

“Moreover, if she’s not punished for beating An Ran like this, in the future, she’ll become even more defiant.”

Mu Xiaojiu stood unwaveringly in the center of the hall, like a stone pillar.

Looking at the portrait of Wen Yu in front of him, he asked, “For showing disrespect to someone, how do you want to punish her?”

Mu Xuri originally thought he would argue back but was surprised by the question.

But he didn’t believe Mu Xiaojiu would give in so easily, “Nothing much? Just hit her back the way she was hit.”

His eyes shifted to Ning Anran, “An Ran, did you hear that?”

“Huh?” Ning Anran hadn’t reacted.

To have her hit back? How could she dare?

Baili Xia was much stronger than her; once close, she was sure to be beaten back by Baili Xia.

“Uncle, I…”

“What are you afraid of?”

Mu Xuri was displeased, having given Ning Anran the opportunity, yet she didn’t have the courage to step forward.

In front of so many people, could Baili Xia really be that terrifying?

Ning Anran looked at Baili Xia, who was watching her calmly.

Her heart grew more uneasy; Baili Xia must have something to rely on, that’s why she’s unafraid.

“Uncle, she hit me so hard, I’m really scared.”

Mu Xuri’s face darkened, “Truly useless.”

He made a slight gesture to the side, and Leng Yu immediately stepped forward.

After saluting Mu Xuri, she walked towards Baili Xia.

“I’m sorry, Miss Xiaxia.”

Though she said this, she was quite pleased inside.

Having been beaten until she spat blood last time by Baili Xia, she knew she would never be able to defeat her again.

Having such an opportunity today, how could she miss it?

In a moment, she’d make sure Baili Xia regretted it.

Baili Xia glared at her, full of scorn in her eyes.

This Leng Yu, who she once thought was loyal to Uncle, turned out to be Mu Xuri’s person!

An already defeated opponent dared to make a move against her; how utterly arrogant!

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