Ke Ya didn't seem to see the caution on Muxi's face. She slowly hooked her lips: "How about we make a deal? As long as you withdraw from the selection of heirs, I will help your brother hire the best cardiopulmonary doctor."

She doesn't believe it. She can't handle Mu Feng, and can't she handle a lamb film?

To be honest, Muxi never trusted Ke Ya from beginning to end.

She always felt that Ke Ya was a fake person, and her body smelled of hypocrisy, just like the smile hanging on Ke Ya's lips at this time.

But …

Mu Xi's slender fingers clung to the glass window and...