C820 Your Daughter Is Not in My Hands

The young model laid in Mu Weiheng's arms and bit a grape to feed him.

The servants all lowered their heads and busied themselves with their own work. They were already used to this kind of scene.

Hearing the doorbell ring, the servants went to open the door naturally.

But when the door opened, they saw two men and two women who had barged in with ferocious expressions