As Mo Chuxi issued a command, Ning Zitong, her son, Mu Jingheng, as well as the servants and housekeeper nearby, all turned their heads to look at the entrance.
Everyone present was not very familiar with Ah Ding, however, they were very familiar with the man being held by Ah Ding.
Ning Zitong and Mu Shaoqian exchanged a guilty glance, feeling a wave of unease.
How could this happen!
"Young Master Mu, Mrs. Mu, I believe this Doctor Song in front of you is not a stranger to you, is he?"
Mo Chuxi, with one hand in his pocket, walked slowly toward Song Muchu, who looked like a defenseless chick subdued by Ah Ding at that moment.
The man originally seemed gentle and refined, but now he was so disheveled that the lenses of the glasses on his face were shattered.
Though the lenses were broken, Song Muchu could still clearly see Mo Chuxi walking toward him.
Seeing Mo Chuxi getting closer and closer, his heart was pounding like a drum, panic almost exploding.
