The moment the three words "little wretch" were said, Xu Mushen instinctively looked at Xu Qiaoqiao who was standing there, her back straightened.
It was now evening, and night had fallen.
The white light from the crystal chandelier in the living room shone on her face, made her look even more aloof.
In her eyes, there was a hurt expression, yet it was laced with defiance.
She lifted the corners of her lips into a self-deprecating smile, as if she was used to it already.
Xu Mushen's heart, inexplicably, gave a small twitch.
She had grown up in an orphanage since she was a child.
She must have faced countless scoldings like this.
But even though she was already used to it, it must still hurt at this moment, right?
As soon as this thought emerged, Xu Mushen came down from upstairs.
His tall and lean figure radiated a chilling aura, pressuring everyone in the room into silence.
Everyone watched as he took step by step, making his way in front of a few people.