Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

Shang Xi glanced at Mu's mother, who was behaving like a shrew, and sneered silently.

She looked up and met those deep, calm amber eyes.

"Mr. Si, will you let me go before our engagement?"

"You want to leave?"

What if I say I don't want to?

"If you don't want to, no one will force you to leave."

The man's answer remained as assertive as ever.

Shang Xi smiled, revealing the first curve of the day.

She turned her head and said indifferently, "Madam, whether I am a mistress or not is none of your business. As for how outstanding your daughter is, I have no interest in it whatsoever. You heard it yourself. I am Mr. Si's person. If I really want to leave, unless he personally kicks me out, this manor will remain unchanged even if other people move in in the future."

"you--"

Mu's mother was so angry that she almost rushed up to hit someone, but fortunately, Mu's father was quick-witted and stopped her.

After a while of persuasion, he finally calmed down, but the smile on his face was gone.

“Tingye, Pianran is your fiancée after all. Even if you have another woman, you shouldn’t be keeping her here. If word gets out, where will the Mu family’s reputation be? Besides, what about the old man…”

Before he could finish speaking, Si Tingye abruptly interrupted him, "Chairman Mu, did you come to see me today to discuss Mu Sichen's matter or Mu Pianran's matter?"

"..."

"You've already taken up a lot of my time. If you have something to say, please tell me quickly."

Despite being elders, they couldn't muster even the slightest bit of authority in front of the man.

The Mu couple had unspeakable suffering.

Just when everyone was at their wits' end, someone's phone rang.

With the vibration, Mu's father awkwardly took out his phone from his pocket and answered it.

Perhaps because the manor was too quiet, almost the instant the call connected, a panicked woman's voice came clearly from the receiver—

"Daddy, help! Someone's trying to kill me!"

"Pianran!" Father Mu shouted anxiously, "Pianran, what's wrong with you!"

The only sounds that answered him were the wind, hurried footsteps, and panting.

A few seconds later, all that remained was the dial tone after the call was disconnected.

Before Mu's mother could even speak, she sat on the sofa, her face deathly pale, after the phone call ended.

Although the Mu Group is renowned throughout the empire, it is only associated with two broadly different industries: pharmaceuticals and entertainment.

The bigger the tree, the more the wind will blow, but it doesn't have any enemies.

Right now, Father Mu is completely at a loss.

All he could think of was to ask the man in front of him for help. "Tingye, Pianran is in London. You... Uncle begs you to send someone to rescue her. That's the Si family's territory. No one dares to disobey you."

The silence speaks volumes about the man's attitude.

His son had an accident yesterday and is still unconscious. If something were to happen to his precious daughter... Father Mu dared not imagine any further.

Left with no other choice, he picked up his phone with trembling hands, ready to call his last hope.

However, at that moment, the vintage telephone on the wooden stand suddenly started ringing.

Their location was exactly to Si Tingye's left.

Shang Xi clearly felt it. The man's aura suddenly turned cold.

Si Tingye pursed his thin lips, gently placed the person in his arms aside, and stood up.

He picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

I didn't know who was on the other end of the phone, and the call lasted only about ten seconds.

The man didn't utter a word from beginning to end, but his gaze... grew increasingly sharp.