Mu Xiaojiu raised an eyebrow, looking up at her: "You know her?"
"I saw her when Zimo and I were picking out a wedding dress."
Mu Xiaojiu curled his lips and looked back.
He leaned forward, his gaze falling again on Wang.
"You want to plead for her?"
Baili Xia was slightly taken aback, not understanding his meaning.
"She has nothing to do with it, what do I need to plead for?"
Mu Xiaojiu sat up straight, leaning against the back of the sofa, in a lazy posture.
His relaxed appearance was truly enticing.
Even though Baili Xia was so familiar with Uncle, it was still rare to see him so relaxed.
However, his words were so cold.
"Since that's the case, then take her down and lock her up for three days as well."
Wang was so frightened she immediately fell to the ground, repeatedly saying, "Don't lock me up, please, I really don't know anything. Please..."
Baili Xia looked at Mu Xiaojiu in shock, raising her voice a few degrees.
