Ning Anran staggered back, not paying attention to her footing, and tripped on the steps, falling down.
But she couldn't bother with the pain, hurriedly getting up, wanting to move further away.
Tears immediately welled up in her eyes, as she wondered how she could possibly explain herself.
But Mu Xiaojiu didn't even glance at her again.
After realizing what had happened, he swiftly picked up Baili Xia and strode out of the hall.
Behind him, he left only a cold sentence: "Lock her up."
"Yes."
From behind Mu Xiaojiu, Night Shadow walked swiftly to Ning Anran's side.
With a large hand, he grasped Ning Anran's wrist firmly.
The hand, like an iron clamp, made her feel as though her wrist would snap.
"It wasn't me, it really wasn't me, she fell on her own."
Ning Anran cried, tears streaming down.
That single look from Mr. Xiaojiu just now carried a devastating aura.
Lock her up… In this modern society, they actually still want to lock someone up.
