"Smack!"
Ning Zitong's hand was intercepted mid-air, forcefully caught by Mu Jingheng.
Mo Chuxi's half-extended hand quietly retreated.
"Ah Tong, are you insane?"
Mu Jingheng was furious.
"Why the hell are you hitting people? Lady Yan didn't do or say anything—what right do you have to hit her?"
"Ah Jing! The insane one's you!"
Ning Zitong wrested her hand free with force.
"You're now willing to fight me for this woman? Fine, then answer me this: why would you dress so formally to meet these two? Why!"
She pressed him, her tone relentless and intimidating.
Yan Xinxin stood to the side watching, her heart aching faintly.
"Mrs. Mu, we're only here to discuss business with Mr. Mu—why is that making you so agitated?"
"Hah! Business?"
Ning Zitong sneered, clearly dismissive.
