Mu Qian picked out the last small piece of glass and then looked up at her, "I won't give you that chance again."
Wen Jiaren's eyes flickered with a hint of dimness. Indeed, with him watching her every day, keeping her under house arrest, where could she find an opportunity?
Mu Qian set her foot down and pulled the covers over her, "Sleep."
How could Wen Jiaren sleep?
She surveyed the unfamiliar room and noticed an album on the nightstand. Inside were photos of a mother and daughter. The little girl, about five or six years old with blue eyes, was a beautiful mixed-race child. Her young-looking mother and she both had the same short haircut, looking very stylish.
Overwhelmed by fatigue, she simply closed her eyes. Things couldn't get any worse, at least he wouldn't take her life!
Mu Bai was shoved into the car by the female demon, and the vehicle sped off, quickly disappearing into the night.
