Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

In Zuo Ye's memory, although Shang Xi was somewhat two-faced and even hypocritical, he had never seen her with such a commanding presence as he did now.

At that moment, he was deeply moved.

However, while I was shocked, I was also worried.

After all, Mu Shao's temper has become even more unrestrained over the years due to his master's indulgence.

If something really happens, the consequences will be...

Sure enough, after hearing her words, Mu Sichen smiled sinisterly.

They even started clapping and applauding in a symbolic sense.

The crisp applause was exceptionally loud in the large, quiet living room.

A few seconds later, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Mu Sichen suddenly stood up from the sofa, straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt, and came out. "Zuo Ye, I left the things I brought for Ting Ye on the table in the back garden. Could you go and get them for me?"

"Young Master Mu, I..."

"go with!"

"Yes."

Left with no other choice, Zuo Ye had to agree for the time being due to the other party's status.

Before turning to leave, he gave Shang Xi a reassuring look that told her to calm down.

Inside the villa, a deathly silence fell once again.

Seeing that the woman in front of him still had an unchanging expression, Mu Sichen felt extremely annoyed.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, walked step by step to Shang Xi, and suddenly asked, "I heard that Butler Hall's leg was crippled after being shot because he offended Miss Shang?"

Unsure of what this person was up to, Shang Xi subtly took a step back.

She said calmly, "Young Master Mu is too kind. I am just a mistress. What could I possibly have done to warrant offending Butler Hall? He only offended Mr. Si."

"is it?"

"Whether it is or not, Young Master Mu knows very well, doesn't he?"

Mu Sichen laughed again.

At this moment, he had unbuttoned all the buttons on his sleeves and rolled them up to his elbows.

Shang Xi initially thought the other party intended to resort to violence.

Who would have expected!

The next second, he actually unbuttoned all the buttons on his shirt, revealing his fair chest.

Instinctively, Shang Xi was about to call for help when Mu Sichen suddenly pounced on her, covered her mouth, and pinned her to the floor.

Even when a woman is exerting herself, she can never match a man's strength.

Moreover, Shang Xi missed the best opportunity to dodge in order to protect the instrument case in her other hand.

Seeing the woman beneath him struggling in a panic, Mu Sichen's expression turned somewhat ferocious, and he tightened his grip on her limbs—

“Miss Shang, I don’t mind using women who have been with other men, especially… Tingye’s woman.”

"I don't know what it feels like to kick a soft persimmon, and I don't know if you are a soft persimmon either, so I plan to test it myself."

"Tsk, you guys did it last night?"

"Tingye is just as I imagined, fierce and not gentle at all. Look at all these blue and purple hickeys on your neck."

"Tell me, if I've slept with you, given Tingye's extreme germophobia, would he still want you?"

It was precisely at times like these that Shang Xi gradually calmed down.

Think about it, what is there to fear from someone who has already died once?

Is there anything more terrifying than death in this world?

This body has long been unclean.

If we really lose to this scum again, we might as well die together!

She'd rather die than lose; she even dared to scheme against Si Tingye, so what wouldn't she dare to do?

Seeing that she had stopped struggling, Mu Sichen slowly released his hand from her mouth.