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Leng Yu stepped forward a few steps, only three or four steps away from Baili Xia.

But Baili Xia’s expression remained unchanged, with a calm demeanor.

Mu Ziqing and Mu Ziying felt nervous for Baili Xia, but they were afraid of Mu Xuri and didn’t dare to say anything.

Leng Yu was much more competent than the two of them, with a few strikes, Xiaxia would surely suffer.

Mu Lingchuan raised an eyebrow and stood up.

“Third Uncle, is there another underlying reason for this?”

“Since Xiaxia came to pay respects to Mrs. Wen, she wouldn’t disrespect her.”

“If it was disrespectful, she could have simply not come.”

With the eldest master speaking, Leng Yu hesitated.

Having been in the Mu family for so many years, she used to listen to the eldest master’s words.

Mu Xuri was really angry, everyone seemed to be opposing him each time.

He gave Leng Yu a glance, signaling her to go over quickly.

Leng Yu quickly calmed herself and continued to walk towards Baili Xia.

Her palm opened, slowly gathering strength.

She knew, if this slap landed, as long as Baili Xia didn’t dodge, it would make her face worse than Ning Anran’s.

The distance of three or four steps vanished in an instant.

Leng Yu glanced toward Mu Xiaojiu, but Mr. Xiaojiu’s gaze never looked in that direction of the wench.

Mr. Xiaojiu used to pamper this wench a lot; perhaps now that she’s with Mu Xiaoyao, he no longer cares about her.

If that’s the case, she wouldn’t be scared.

Leng Yu was just a step away from Baili Xia, close enough to reach her face.

She glanced again at Mu Xiaojiu, confirming he wasn’t looking her way.

Leng Yu raised her hand, swiftly flinging it towards Baili Xia.

Mu Ziqing and Mu Ziying closed their eyes in fright, knowing this slap would definitely hurt.

However, the sound of the slap hitting the face didn’t come.

They quickly opened their eyes to see Uncle’s large hand raised, clutching Leng Yu’s hand midair.

Leng Yu stared at Uncle in a daze, presumably scared silly.

Baili Xia felt warmth in her heart; she wasn’t worried at all just now.

Even without anyone intervening, she wouldn’t let herself be at mercy, having prepared to resist.

She initially wanted to personally teach Leng Yu a lesson, but as her hand was swung, it was blocked by Uncle.

Mu Xiaojiu’s icy aura made Leng Yu shiver uncontrollably.

“Mr. Xiaojiu, I was just…”

She didn’t dare continue speaking, as Mr. Xiaojiu’s eyes were deeply fixed on her.

“I don’t hit women, but today I’ll make an exception for you.”

The vicious warning made everyone’s heart in the hall tremble.

Mu Xiaojiu has never been so angry in front of the Mu family.

“No, Mr. Xiaojiu, don’t… ah!”

Before Leng Yu finished speaking, she had already flown backward.

Her body landed seven or eight meters away, clutching her abdomen, curled on the floor.

Everyone was stunned; in the blink of lightning, they couldn’t tell what had happened.

The hall fell into a dead silence, the temperature indescribably cold.

No one in the room was unaware that Leng Yu used to be Mr. Xiaojiu’s person, but later directly followed Mu Xuri.

Was Mr. Xiaojiu warning everyone that traitors would face a dire fate?

Each of them fell silent, the whole venue as quiet as a crow and sparrow.

Mu Xuri stared intensely at Mu Xiaojiu standing there, unable to regain his thoughts.

He didn’t even bother to check on Leng Yu, pondering what Mu Xiaojiu’s real stance was.

Jiu, is it for this woman that you’re willing to break ties with him?

This woman is already with Mu Xiaoyao, yet he protects her like this now, what does it mean?

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