Mu Chen napped but suddenly woke up in alarm after about five minutes.

And he discovered that the little girl disappeared.

His face turned dark, but he pursed his lips together at the blanket, feeling angry but amused at the same time.

Why did she run around?

She's totally not worried that someone was going to sell her.

People started to crowd around the bathroom.

“Isn't she fine? Nothing happened to her and you want me to apologize? Do you know who I am?” Yang Liu sneered and her words were filled with disdain.

Her att.i.tude completely agitated the crowd.

“What kind of att.i.tude is that? She pushed a child down and sounded so righteous and confident about it.”

“That little girl is such a good girl. She didn't even say anything and I feel bad.”

“Where's your face? Bullying a child?”

The little thing dusted her hands and stayed silent at the scratches on her hands.

“Does it hurt baby?” The waitress opened her hands and rubbed her head.

Ye Sang pursed her lips together and dragged her voice on, “It doesn't.”

She needed to go back, or her uncle would be worried.

The little thing patted her hands like nothing happened and walked away, looking exceptionally at ease, making the furious crowd fangirl instead.

“Oh my, she's so mature!”

“This country owes me a sensible daughter like her!!”

Yang Liu saw this and sneered in disdain, “See that? She didn't even say anything, why are you all pretending to be good people?”

“What's wrong with pus.h.i.+ng her? It's not like anything happened to her.” She humphed coldly and flipped her long hair. She had a cigarette in one hand and smoked it carelessly.

The waitress frowned. She knew that this woman wasn't the nice kind and forcing her to apologize won't end well.

When she held the little girl's hand and wanted to take her away, the little thing suddenly called, “Daddy…”

“Daddy?” The waitress froze for a second, then she saw the little thing throwing herself at a handsome-looking man sitting on a wheelchair softly.

The little thing felt wrong and nudged her head against Mu Chen, acting cute as she forced her tears back.

Mu Chen just arrived and heard the woman say “what's wrong with pus.h.i.+ng her? It's not like anything happened to her.”

The man smiled coldly and for once, he didn't push her away and he slowly opened her clenched hands with a cold face.

As expected, blood started to seep out of the scratches.

It wasn't too bad, but the little girl's skin was pale and made it look extremely obvious.

Mu Chen breathed deeply. He looked at the little thing's palm and fury filled him.

No matter how much he disliked her, he never touched her.

What kind of sc.u.m dared to push her?

Liu Yang shot a side glance at Mu Chen and laughed lightly, “d.a.m.n, you look good.”

“This is your daughter?” Her att.i.tude was arrogant and she acted like she knew that someone has her back.

The woman played with the lighter in her hands carelessly and smiled nastily at the little thing's soft cheeks, she stretched her hands out and wanted to pinch it.

“Let me pinch it.”

Before she could even touch Ye Sang, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. The woman turned her head around and she was met with Mu Chen's smile that didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

The man's eyes darkened and the sound of bone fracturing rang out. The woman's pupils trembled in pain and she screamed as if she was a pig getting slaughtered.

“Argh——!!”

Yang Liu wanted to back off like crazy, but Mu Chen looked up and smiled lightly. He increased the power on his grasp and his pretty eyes landed on the lighter in the woman's hands and asked leisurely, “Do you know what a lighter can do?”

“You…” Her face distorted from pain.

Mu Chen smiled lightly, “I can light a cigar for you, but I can also light an incense stick for you at your grave.”

“…” Yang Liu widened her eyes in shock and almost lost her mind from fury.

He lightly let go of her wrist under her furious screaming and smiled lightly, returning what she said to Ye Sang. “Nothing happened, right?”

“Why are you so nervous?”

Yang Liu's eyes became teary from the pain and she screamed, “If my wrist is broken I'll make you sit in jail for the rest of your f****** life!!”

Mu Chen looked down in disgust as he wiped his fingers and replied coldly, “Tsk…”

“I dare you to try.”

He was once a genius and born with a golden spoon. If he couldn't even settle something small like this, all the glories and honor he earned over the years would be a joke.

He had pinched the acupoints on her wrist which would make her hurt but won't physically harm her.

“Uncle…” The little thing pouted and acted cute at the man's darkening face, “It hurts.”

Mu Chen snapped back, feeling angry and amused at the same time, “It hurts? You know that it hurts?”

“Why did you run away? Don't you know you'll get yourself lost easily?” He stretched out a long and slim finger slowly and lightly poked the little thing's forehead.

He didn't even realize how intimate he sounded.

He looked like he was an old father who was repeatedly urging his daughter to be careful, sounding resentful as she didn't listen, but also helpless.

The little thing pouted and blew on her palm, “I wanted to go to the toilet…”

…but cheap daddy was sleeping and she didn't want to wake him up.

Mu Chen naturally thought of it too and felt even more complicated.

This girl…

He really couldn't let his anger out on her even if she made him mad.

After the crowd slowly left, the little thing thanked the waitress. The woman smiled gently and told her it was fine, and she should go back.

Ye Sang softly kissed her and waved her little hands, “Bye!”

The waitress, who suddenly received a kiss: “…”

Aaahhh.

She's dead.

She covered her face and couldn't stop smiling.

After the crowd left, Yang Liu stomped her feet furiously. She covered her wrist and bit her lips so hard that it almost bled.

That man's bullying was intolerable.

She returned to her room angrily and noted down the number of the room Mu Chen went into on her phone then made a call, “h.e.l.lo? Brother, can you help me with something?”

In the room next door, Huo Yao and Shen Chuchen were bickering with each other but suddenly became quiet.

He gestured to the other one to be quiet and walked outside.

The room's soundproof system was really not that great. If the woman's voice was any closer, they would be able to hear her clearly.

She smiled and spoke softly, “Mhm, that's right. Yes, a man in a wheelchair and a four or five-year-old child with him.”