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"Of course it's me," Murong Xiuxian said arrogantly.
"Really? You're not lying?" Guoguo seemed to doubt Murong Xiuxian's words.
"I swear, I, Murong Xiuxian, never lie." The arrogant voice carried a gradually chilling tone, drifting into Guoguo's ears.
Just then, Murong Xiuxian's butler hurried over. "Young Master, your father has returned."
Upon hearing this, Murong Xiuxian's expression changed, showing a hint of panic as he exclaimed, "Why is that old man back at this time? Damn it!"
"Are you afraid of your dad?" Guoguo asked.
"Who, who is afraid of him?" Murong Xiuxian's voice actually trembled slightly.
Just then, Murong Xiuxian spotted a familiar figure around the corner of the hallway.
Murong Xiuxian quickly pulled Guoguo into the room, hurriedly pushing her into the dressing room and shutting the door. "Stay in there quietly."
"Why are you locking me in here? Let me out!" Guoguo shouted loudly while banging on the door after being suddenly confined to the dressing room.
If Murong Xiuxian's father saw Guoguo, it would be a huge problem for Murong Xiuxian!
A year ago, Murong Xiuxian had skipped school to go to a nightclub and was caught by his father's subordinates.
Murong Xiuxian's Father, accompanied by twenty subordinates, smashed up that nightclub and took Murong Xiuxian back, locking him in a narrow cage and leaving him hungry for three nights before releasing him.
Murong Xiuxian nearly starved to death in the cage.
"If you don't want to die, keep quiet. I'll let you out soon." Just as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in a black suit and a burly man wearing sunglasses entered the room.
Feeling threatened, Guoguo also dared not make a sound, pressing his ear against the door to listen to the commotion outside.
Murong Xiuxian feigned calmness, adjusted his attire, and walked toward the middle-aged man while forcing a smile, saying, "Dad, why are you back early? Did you finish your business in America?"
"We only see each other once every six months. From your tone, it sounds like you don't want to see me?" A hoarse voice with a hint of weariness echoed in the room.
"No." In front of Murong Yunliang, Murong Xiuxian did not dare to maintain a stern face and tried to soften his tone.
"Murong Xiuxian, you need to learn to be sensible. Stop causing trouble; I can't always clean up your mess." Murong Yunliang reprimanded.
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