林小小觉得自己就是个笑话。喜轿 outside the red lanterns are long gone, the big toe nail has been biting into a long time. She could see that the place was not her own house, but a big garden, luxuriously decorated, every inch exuding rich and powerful breath.

"Open it!"

The impatient voice came from the inside. It was low and deep, like a piece of iron thrown in the water, with overwhelming oppressive force, making the whole person's hair stand on end.

As she said, a man strode over, his footsteps heavy, as if he was not in the garden, but walking on the ground, making the ground tremble slightly. At the very moment the man reached the gate, the door was opened, revealing a man in black. He wore a simple but luxurious black suit, and his clothes were impeccable, which is hard to see in this messy garden.

"Mr. Mu, how did you..."

Black clothes man didn't finish his sentence, Mr. Mu's voice interruption, "Take her away."

"Take her away?" Black clothes man was taken aback, "Mr. Mu, this woman..."