Wen Yu left the room and was ready to go downstairs when she noticed the door to Mu Xuri's room slightly ajar, a faint light streaming through.
At that moment, Wen Yu didn't want to see Mu Xuri anymore and was about to leave.
However, something suddenly flashed in her mind, and she turned back, walking toward the ajar door.
She wanted to see what Mu Xuri was doing, see if he truly intended to kill her.
Her gaze peered through the gap and she could just see the sofa.
Mu Xuri wasn't sitting in his wheelchair; instead, he was sitting entirely on the sofa.
Beside him was a woman.
Only the back could be seen from the door, but Wen Yu could guess that the woman was Ning Anran.
Mu Xuri was holding Ning Anran in his arms, seated on his thigh.
This delicate body was just right for him to hold snugly.
"Uncle, hmm… your hand is getting more and more unruly."
Ning Anran cooed, her alluring voice both inviting and resisting, causing Mu Xuri's body to heat up further.
