Mu Danian let out a miserable scream, and his face instantly turned pale. Beads of sweat rolled off his forehead and onto the ground.
But the people of the Old Mu Family had only the weeping and pitiful Mu Xiangxiang on the kang in their eyes and hearts.
Old Mrs. Mu climbed onto the kang, wailing over Mu Xiangxiang with cries of "my sweetheart, darling, mom's treasure," a heart-wrenching display that made one feel sorry just to watch.
Mr. Mu's face was flushed, his eyes bulging as he huffily demanded, "Shuang, what exactly are you doing? What right do you have to hit your little aunt?"
"She deserved it! Who told her to steal Little Zhi's things and then hit Little Zhi?"
Mu Shuangshuang shot a venomous look at Mu Xiangxiang, who was so frightened that she shrank back into Old Mrs. Mu's embrace.
"Yet you can't beat your little aunt so badly. No matter what, she is still your elder." Mr. Mu continued to scold from the side, clearly intending to side with Mu Xiangxiang.
