"How come? Don't dare to hit me? Scared?"
Mu Xiaojiu's thick eyebrows raised, his voice as cold as if it had come from hell, completely devoid of warmth.
Dongfang Jin's right fist clenched tighter and tighter, and his chest rose and fell with anger.
But in the end, he just squeezed his fist tightly, then pulled it back.
It wasn't that he was scared, but he didn't want to argue with him in front of Baili Xia.
The girl liked him, and if he hurt him, she would be heartbroken.
Baili Xia turned around, only then seeing the crimson blood flowing from Dongfang Jin's nostrils, clearly injured by Uncle's punch just now.
She was startled and pushed Mu Xiaojiu hard, trying to go and check on his injuries.
But the next second, she felt lighter as Mu Xiaojiu picked her up in a sideways hold.
With a cold face and tightly pressed thin lips, he held her without a sound and walked toward his sedan.
