The interrogators exchanged glances and lowered their heads, "Young Master Mu, we are acting under orders. We hope you don't mind."
"Ha, acting under orders!"
Mu Jingxi sneered coldly, a deep and intense hostility flashing in his eyes.
Qiao An heard the commotion outside the door, got out of bed, and opened the door, only to see Mu Jingxi making things difficult for the interrogators.
She reached out, grabbed his sleeve, and gently shook it, "Mu Jingxi, what are you doing? They're just performing their duties. Why are you making it hard for them?"
Mu Jingxi turned his head and gazed at her worriedly, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, don't worry." She wrapped her arms around his, smiled at the interrogators, and said, "It's alright now, you can go."
"Alright, goodbye, Miss Qiao."
Mu Jingxi sneered, "It would be best not to meet again."
The interrogators, hearing this, left in a hurry.
