At this point, Ning Anran had no ground to argue with Mu Xuri.
If she angered him, he could kick her out of the Mu Mansion right now, and then she would never have the chance to return to Mr. Xiaojiu's side.
"No, Third Uncle, I just wanted to do a good job for you."
Mu Xuri's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice laced with contempt.
"For me? Tell me, what have you done for me?"
"I..." Ning Anran had nothing to say.
She really couldn't accomplish anything, and it was all because of that wretch Baili Xia, who always guarded against her.
Trying to inquire a bit about her affairs was always so difficult.
Mu Xuri slapped the armrest of the wheelchair forcefully, angrily saying, "Can't speak out, can you? I haven't mistreated you."
"Keeping you in the Mu Mansion, giving you a chance, it's only your lack of ambition that's to blame."
"What? You don't think about repaying me a little?"
