The Favored Heiress

Li Qiao tilted her head, her smile not quite reaching her eyes, "Take on the responsibility alone?"

Ming Zhiyuan forced himself to bow deeply, as if to offer a grand salute, "Yes, I’ll take on the responsibility alone. You, being so kind-hearted..."

Before he could finish speaking, he looked up and saw that Li Qiao had already stepped aside to let him pass.

"Patriarch Ming, you are my elder in terms of age, and I am not blessed enough to accept your salute," Li Qiao said, standing a few steps away from Ming Zhiyuan, mockery dancing in her delicate features. "You said you would take on the responsibility, regardless of right or wrong. Does that include the matters of the Mu Family as well?"

In his entire life, Ming Zhiyuan had never lost his composure in front of a younger person.

But at that moment, his form shook as he staggered backwards, his pupils dramatically contracting, "You, you..."

His appearance, that of a guilty conscience, made words unnecessary; everything was clear as day.

Li Qiao’s hands in her pockets, those eyes so much like Jing Yilan’s staring intently at Ming Zhiyuan, she articulated each word ponderously, "So, concerning the Mu Family, can you still take on the responsibility alone?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, child. Do not believe slanderous talk, what Mu Family, Parma doesn’t have a Mu Family..." He was murmuring to himself like self-hypnosis, shaking his head and repeating ’Parma doesn’t have a Mu Family’.

In this scene, Li Qiao achieved her goal. With a light sigh, she curved her lips upward, took two steps forward, and stood beside Ming Zhiyuan, glancing sideways at him, "Patriarch Ming, remember to inform everyone. The Mu Family... has come back to collect debts."

With those words, she sauntered out of the detention room.