s sent, a "No Service" prompt suddenly popped up on the phone screen.It is obvious that the communication signal has been cut off.Damn it! Dead man!Heizi stormed into the surveillance room, fury radia...Mu Xing helped Fu Lingxiao sit down on the sofa and said, "Uncle, you can't work too much. The intensity of acupuncture these days will be higher, and your brain needs to rest sufficiently."

Fu Lingxiao held Mu Xing's slender waist with one hand, and the other held her soft, warm little hand to his lips for a light kiss. "I know, baby," he said softly.

Mu Xing still felt uneasy. Once her little uncle entered work mode, he completely lost track of time.

She glanced at the time on her computer, "It's 9:30 now. I'll come get you at 11 o'clock. A half-hour break is just enough time for lunch."

"Okay, I'll listen to you, baby."

Fu Lingxiao raised his lips, his eyes were full of indulgence.

Mù Xīngjiàn saw that he was so cooperative, and only then did she leave with peace of mind.

As the little girl's footsteps gradually faded and disappeared, Fu Lingxiao finally took his phone out of his trouser pocket and called Situ Xun…

Mu Xing went downstairs to the kitchen. After boiling the noon medicine, she started making a cake.

She was busy when a kind voice suddenly rang out, "Xiaomuxing."

Mu Xing immediately turned her head to look.

At the kitchen door, Mrs. Fu was supported by Liu the steward as she stood there and smiled at her.

Mu Xingbai's fair and tender little face broke into a smile, "Grandma, how did you come here"

"Come and see our little Muxing, grandma hasn't seen you in ages."

Fu Lao-fu's loving eyes looked up and down at Mu Xing.

During this time, she was very worried about Mu Xing, but she knew in her heart that her grandson didn't welcome her to come and see Mu Xing. She could only call Mr. Wu every day to inquire about Mu Xing's condition.

This morning, Wu the housekeeper told her that Mu Xing had started treating his grandson's eyes. She was worried because she thought Mu Xing's body hadn't fully recovered yet, so she couldn't help but come and take a look.

Now seeing her recovered so well, the heart that has been hanging for a long time can finally be put down.

Mu Xing raised her hand with the cake batter, "Grandma, you go sit in the living room first, I'll bake the cake and come over right away."

"Oh, alright."

Elder Mrs. Fu turned and went to the living room.

Mu Xing put the cake batter into the oven, set the timer, washed her hands, brewed two cups of old tree tea, and carried them to the living room.

"Grandma, Liu the Butler, have a cup of tea to warm your stomach and body."

"Thank you, Madam," said Liu the Butler hurriedly.

Mrs. Fu then smiled and patted the spot beside her, "Come here, Xiaomuxing, sit by Grandma and chat with me."

"Good."

Mu Xing obediently sat beside Madam Fu.

Mrs. Fu pulled Mu Xing's hand, but was suddenly burned by the scalding heat from her hand, causing her to recoil and frown.

How is Xiaomu Xing's hand so hot

But she looked, and there was nothing unusual about her.

Old Madam Fu didn't seem to see any problems. She temporarily suppressed her doubts and held Mu Xing's small hand tightly in hers, "Little Mu Xing, Grandma knows about all the nasty things Mo Er did."

Mu Xing saw the apology on her face and guessed what she was going to say next. She smiled faintly, "Grandma, that's Fu Jingmo's doing, it has nothing to do with you, don't blame yourself."

"Good child."

Lady Fu's heart ached with guilt. She glanced at Liu, the butler, who immediately took out a bank card from his bag and handed it to her with both hands.

Mrs. Fu took the bank card, turned it over in her hand, and placed it gently in Mu Xing's palm.

Mu Xing hurriedly shook her head and refused, "Grandma, I don't want to."

Elder Mrs. Fu held her hand, "Take it, child. You've been wronged this time. Grandmother knows that no amount of money can make up for anything, but Grandmother just doesn't know how else to compensate you."

Liu the butler, standing beside her, also chimed in: "Madam, just accept it. If you don't, Old Madam will definitely not be able to sleep when she gets back. You wouldn't bear to see Old Madam suffer from insomnia every night, would you"

Mu Xing helplessly accepted it.

"Good child."

Elder Mrs. Fu patted Mu Xing's hand, a smile returning to her face, and asked her: "Little Mu Xing, where is Ling'er"

"Your uncle is in his study upstairs. Is Grandma looking for him I'll go get him."

Mu Xing was about to get up.

Mrs. Fu pulled her back, "Ling'er's eyes aren't convenient, I'll go up instead."

Butler Liu helped up Madam Fu, saying, "Madam, you go busy yourself. I will help the old madam upstairs."

"Okay, Grandma, walk slowly."

Bidding farewell to Madam Fu as she went upstairs, Mu Xing returned to the kitchen to continue her work.

Old Mrs. Fu arrived at the study and had Liu, the housekeeper, wait for her at the door. She walked in slowly, "Ling'er."

The man sitting upright at his desk had identified the visitor the instant he heard footsteps.

Hearing Old Madam Fu call him, he merely put down his work and sat there silently, his stern face as impassive as ever.

That cold look pierced Fu Lao Madam's eyes, but she could only blame herself.

Twelve years ago, she forced him with her life. Now, by defending Mo'er, she repeatedly hurts him when he needs care and support the most.

His indifference was her doing.

Moreover, her sins went far beyond this...

Grandmother Fu sighed deeply in her heart, closed the door, and walked towards him with her fingertips twisting the rosary beads. "Ling'er, just now grandmother felt that Xiao Muxing's hand was very hot. Do you know what's going on"

Fu Lingxiao's indifferent expression suddenly sank, "Did you tell her"

Elder Madam Fu immediately said, "No, Grandma wanted to come and ask you first."

Fu Lingxiao's handsome brows relaxed, his voice still cold, "I will take good care of Mu Xing, you don't need to worry. Grandma, is there anything else If not, please go back."

"Grandma came over today, she really has something important to tell you."

Elder Madam Fu said, "Mo'er told me that Mu Xing is the eldest daughter of the Mu family. The fire that destroyed the Mu family years ago was orchestrated by your father, with Lan Hua as his instrument."

That innocent son who was unjustly killed is the deepest wound in her heart. Even after twelve years, she can't help but shed tears whenever it's mentioned.

"Your father was raised by me, his temperament and character I know best. He would absolutely not do something like murder and arson. There must be something else going on in this case, you have to get to the bottom of it."

Fu Lingxiao lowered his eyes and gave a deep "Mmm." "I will."

"Well, grandma went back."

Elder Madam Fu looked at Fu Lingxiao reluctantly. Seeing that he had nothing to say to her, she let out a soft sigh, "Take care of yourself."

As she opened the door and stepped out, a cold voice suddenly rang out: "Grandma, at your age, just stay put in the old house. Don't come here for anything else."

Grandma Fu felt a sharp pain in her heart and placed her hand on Liu Guanjia's outstretched one. "Let's go," she said.

In the study, the man listened to the increasingly heavy footsteps fading away. He slowly relaxed his hand, which had been clenched until his knuckles were white, closed his eyes and let out a breath, continuing to work...or shattered the romantic atmosphere in the room.Mu Xing's movements stopped for a moment, then she quickly let go of the man, "crashing" into the bed.Fu Lingxiao's blurry vision took in her shy movem...