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  Mu Sihan closed his bloodshot eyes and opened them again, looking coldy at Yi Fan who was standing by the bed. “What happened.”


  Yi Fan looked at Mu Sihan, whose aura was cold and had a murderous look in his eyes. He continued cautiously, “Young Master, the Old Madam came early in the morning.”


  Mu Sihan pressed against his throbbing temple and jumped out of bed. “I’ll go down at once.”


  “Young Master, the Old Madam went directly to the annex building.”


  Mu Sihan’s expression darkened and ran straight to the annex building without changing out of his loungewear.

  He went to the entrance and heard the Old Madam ask, “Then, are you willing to leave Sihan and not contact him again?”


  Mu Sihan’s tall body froze.

  He did not take another step and held on to the shoe rack with one hand, the other was clenched tightly into a fist.

  How would she answer?

  Dark eyes stared fixedly in the direction of the living room, his thin lips tightly pursed and his face cold.

  If he was not satisfied with her answer, he would strangle her to death!!

  Nan Zhi was silent for nearly a minute before she spoke. “Old Madam, I have signed a contract with him. If he could return that contract to me, Xiaojie and I won’t appear in front of him again.”


  Mu Sihan’s large hand on the shoe rack tightened and the breath in his chest felt stifled.

  He closed his bloodshot eyes once, before walking into the living room coldly.

  “Grandma, she’s just a personal servant of mine. Is it worthwhile for you to come down personally to ask her to leave?” Mu Sihan walked into the living room with a sombre face, his dark eyes not looking at Nan Zhi but directly at the old lady. “Why should I set her free before her contract expires?”


  Both the Old Madam and Nan Zhi were silent.

  “Yi Fan, send the Old Madam back.” Mu Sihan’s face was tensed, his voice cold. “Grandma, don’t worry. I have never thought of marrying this woman, she is not worth your trouble.”


  The Old Madam frowned. “Sihan, don’t be too stubborn. You’ll hurt others and hurt yourself.”


  “I know what I’m doing, Grandma. You go back and rest well. I know my boundaries in doing things.”


  After the Yu Fan escorted the Old Madam out, only Mu Sihan and Nan Zhi were left in the living room.

  He was still wearing loungewear, his aura strong and fierce, his short black hair slightly messy and his handsome face cold and fierce. The gaze that was looking at Nan Zhi was emitting an air of hostility and coldness.

  The atmosphere in the living room was instantly very tense and oppressed.

  Every line in his features was showing that he was angry.

  Nan Zhi did not feel that she had done anything wrong. She did not voluntarily sign that contract, but was forced to by him.

  What was wrong with her wanting freedom?

  Mu Sihan approached Nan Zhi angrily. Nan Zhi had an ominous feeling and got up from the sofa, running subconsciously to the kitchen, which was the closest.

  She was about to close the door when a large palm reached in.

  She accidentally caught his hand between the door.

  At that moment, she felt the pain for him but there was no expression on his cold face.

  He pushed the door open and squeezed his tall body in.

  Nan Zhi knew how scary he was when he got angry. She wanted to run, but her wrist was grabbed by him. He threw her to the wall and pressed his strong body against hers.

  The sky was already bright and the golden rays of the sun shone through the window. Her gaze and breath were intertwined with his, even the surrounding air seemed to slow.