"My uncle?" Su Muxue feigned confusion, "I, my little uncle came to sketch—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Leng Mo strode over to Su Muxue with his long legs.
Step by step he closed in, and Su Muxue involuntarily retreated step by step.
Finally, with nowhere left to go, Su Muxue fell onto the sofa with a thump.
Yet Leng Mo pressed in close, one hand bracing on the sofa beside Su Muxue, the other lifting her chin, "Muxue, you are a smart girl. Given how things have unfolded, you must have already guessed!"
Su Muxue forcefully twisted her neck, freeing her chin from that sticky palm.
Incredulous, she cried out, "Impossible! Little uncle is my only close relative, my own uncle, he, he couldn't possibly betray me!"
This time, Su Muxue was not entirely pretending.
Although she had braced herself, she had never imagined that her own little uncle would personally deliver her to such a repulsive man like Leng Mo.
What about delivering paint, what about Nanshan Inn!
