Naturally, Duan Mingyue, a carved jar that was held out by others, would not know that Xiao Jirong hated others challenging his authority and hated others saying that Xiao Jirong was a weakling, even hinting!

Maybe to Duan Mingyue, this sentence was nothing, but in Xiao Jirong's heart, it was a big knot.

Seeing Mu Siyu laughing so hard, the annoyance between Duan Mingyue's eyebrows became more obvious, but the actor Duan Mingyue still pretended to be hurt, looking at Mu Siyu with tears in her eyes, "Mu

Siyu, why are you laughing! Am I right? Why did you bother Ji Rong because I bit you last night? Since..."

When she successfully said the second "implication", Xiao Jirong's calm eyes finally filled with anger, "Get out!"

Duan Mingyue, who was trying to teach Mu Siyu a lesson like a hostess, never thought that Xiao Jirong's words were meant for her, so she felt happy and echoed in a shrill voice, "

That’s right! Get out of here! Don’t make us Ji-Rong unhappy here!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Jirong grabbed her hand and threw it to the ground. He looked at her with slightly angry eyes, "I want you to get out, don't let me say it a second time.

"

Duan Mingyue's face suddenly turned pale, "Ji...Jirong...I..."

"Miss Duan, please." The old housekeeper on the side came out to smooth things over at the right time. "If you don't leave voluntarily, we will have seventy-two ways to let you leave. The young master is not in a good mood today. Please come back another day."

The old housekeeper learned the true story of Xiao Jirong, and with just one sentence, Duan Mingyue's face turned from white to red, and from red to black. Finally, trembling, she got up from the ground and stumbled out of the Xiao family villa.

Seeing Duan Mingyue leaving in embarrassment, Mu Siyu lay on the marble floor and sneered.

Xiao Jirong glanced at her lightly, stood up gently, glanced down at the bite scar on his left hand, and frowned slightly, "Mu Siyu, are you a dog?"

"Wrong! I'm a Tibetan Mastiff!" Mu Siyu smiled coldly, got up from the ground, glanced at the pale An Lu apologetically, walked slowly to Xiao Jirong, and looked at him without fear, "Xiao Jirong

, I now order you to take Anlu to the hospital and find him the best orthopedic surgeon."

"What if I don't do it?" Xiao Jirong looked at her, his dark eyes like a calm lake pregnant with waves.

"Then I will find an opportunity to be like An Lu and become a cripple myself." She looked at him with a cold smile, confident.

Xiao Jirong frowned slightly, stood there and stared at her for a while, then turned around leisurely, waved to the old housekeeper, "Send Anlu to the hospital."

"Master, do you want your hand to be bandaged as well?" The old housekeeper carefully looked at the deep tooth-shaped blood marks on Xiao Jirong's left hand while ordering someone to take An Lu down.

"No need." Xiao Jirong turned around and watched Mu Siyu's figure supporting An Lu gradually go away. He slowly closed his eyes until her white figure completely disappeared from sight.

The injury on her hand was really nothing, compared to the harm he had caused her.

"Wrong! I'm a Tibetan Mastiff!" Her clear voice suddenly sounded in his ears again, and he pursed his lips, faintly hinting at a smile.
Chapter completed!