"Fourth Uncle, there's something I need to tell you!" Mu Shuangshuang thought, whether you stick your neck out or shrink back, it's still the same blade—might as well be straightforward.
After all, Mu Dajiang was also Xiao Chu's father; he had the right to know the truth.
When Mu Shuangshuang spoke like that, Mu Dajiang immediately sensed something was wrong.
His body was shaking badly, and deep down he vaguely felt it had to do with Xiao Chu, and probably wasn't good news, but he still clung to the last shred of hope.
"Shuangshuang, what is it? You say it... Fourth Uncle is listening!" The man looked at Mu Shuangshuang with a gaze that was quite cautious.
Mu Shuangshuang felt awful, but still said, "Xiao Chu... we probably won't be able to get her back in the next few days."
"What... what do you mean, 'probably won't be able to get her back in the next few days'?" Mu Dajiang asked Mu Shuangshuang, eyes bloodshot.
