Bai Zhi pushed the door open and walked in, waving at Mu Yi.
"Hey there, ex-uncle-in-law, how are you doing? Win your fight? I went to save Mu Yu and your dear mom yesterday. He was actually planning to sell Mu Yu off, which would’ve driven your mom insane. Then everything the Mu Family owned would’ve been his, you know."
Bai Zhi acted as if she hadn’t noticed they were in the midst of a physical altercation. She found a spot to sit down.
"Don’t start stirring up trouble here."
Mu Fang glared fiercely at Bai Zhi. It was this damn girl who had ruined everything for him.
"Don’t think for a second I’ll listen to you, Bai Zhi. If it wasn’t for you, I..."
If it wasn’t for Bai Zhi, how would he have ended up ? This girl was just a...
Disaster. Ever since she said he had wronged Xinxin, nothing had gone right.
"Blaming me because you didn’t do a thorough job?
You didn’t watch out for your own brother and it’s my fault?
You’re dumb and it’s my fault? Want to hear a story or not? A story about someone faking their death..."
Bai Zhi’s sarcastic triple strike sent a shiver down their spines.
Stay calm, stay calm. Bai Zhi was just a little girl; what could she possibly know?
Just as they were about to retort, their uncles made them sit down opposite her.
"There we go, that’s more like listening to a story."
Bai Zhi was satisfied now. She looked at them with eyes innocent and harmless. She was such a good kid, right?
And she kindly told them a story, yet they didn’t cooperate. Truly outrageous.
At this moment, Mu Yi and the others had only one thought in mind: Bai Zhi was a little devil.
"So, this story starts over a decade ago, in a factory, where suddenly, a man died. Oh, that would be your dad, Mu Yi."
Mu Yi’s mouth twitched. He really wanted to kill the girl in front of him—what should he do?
"You... Don’t you know to respect the dead? How can you even talk about this?"
Bai Zhi casually took a water cup, held it idly as she looked on. She then blinked her confused big eyes before speaking up.
"I know, but who can say for sure that he really died?"
It was just a careless remark from Bai Zhi, but for a moment, their two sets of eyes darted around uncertainly.
Sure enough, something was amiss.
"Isn’t that right? Even a child knows you can’t bury someone the same day they die. But it wasn’t just the burial that was rushed, the compensation came even quicker. It was as if they wanted to settle everything and let the dust fall where it may.
And speak of the devil, your dad was something. A mere factory worker, yet he could do a designer’s job. I hear he designed your family house by himself and supervised the construction.
When could someone have quietly placed so many things underground?
It would only have been possible when the house was being built, moving so much material at night to avoid disturbing others—that would make sense.
In the dead of night, who would know what was really being moved? Oh, I’m a bit thirsty; I’ll have a drink. Do you want some?"
After taking a sip of water, Bai Zhi then turned to look at their somewhat pale faces.
In their minds were two huge characters: Holy shit.
Bai Zhi was the Devil incarnate. She actually...
...managed to think of all this.
Are kids these days all this formidable?
"There’s more to the story, listen well. All those things, I had a look, and many are burial goods."
The findings she had just obtained today showed those items were burial goods unearthed from a Prime Minister’s tomb, each item priceless.
"And this place is actually thousands of miles away. Would you look at that? And you talk about how honest your dad was—it’s like you’re playing a joke on me."
To talk about his dad being an honest man, truly, she might never be able to face those words in her lifetime.