The long figure of a man disappeared with the sound of closing the door. But his words lingered in her mind.

He is as cool as an emperor who controls everything.

A cold tear rolled down the delicate cheeks of Muchu Flute.

"Get out of here with your wild seed! Don't dirty our land!"

Chinan's indifferent and roaring voice, like a sword, penetrates the heart of Mu Chudi and lingers on.

Maybe it would be better to die.

But what about Dad's debt?

Thinking of this, Mu Chudi subconsciously touched his pocket and his mobile phone was still there.

Now, has the Mujia economic crisis been solved?

Mu Chudi pressed...