"Nai, it hurts, it hurts so much..." Mu Qingqing screamed.
But no matter how much she screamed, it was useless, because when Old Mrs. Mu wanted to do something, no one could stop her for the time being.
After Old Mrs. Mu took off Mu Qingqing's clothes, Mu Qingqing squatted in the corner next to Mu Xiangxiang's bed, tears streaming down her face.
The sight frightened the women watching the commotion, and they all moved towards the front courtyard in fear.
By the time Mu Shuangshuang followed behind Mu Qingqing into the room, the matter was already settled. Mu Qingqing's clothes were gone, and the orange silk skirt in Mu Xiangxiang's hand belonged to Mu Qingqing.
At this moment, Mu Xiangxiang was wearing a bright red silk skirt, with a face like a scrawled drawing, her expression bizarre, not quite excited or happy, instead giving Mu Shuangshuang a feeling of...
Mu Shuangshuang looked at the face that was like a car wreck, swallowed hard.
