That year, she lost her parents who loved her, and also lost her identity as the little princess of the Mu family, and moved from the spacious and bright princess room on the second floor to the utility room in the corner of the first floor.

That year, she was thirteen years old.

She cries, she makes trouble, she despairs.

It's not just the desperate one who has gone from being a treasure in the hands of her parents to an orphan girl that everyone despises.

is the parents who love themselves, but they are not their biological parents.

She still doesn't believe it's true.

Although everything that the Mu family has is earned by her father's entrepreneurship, she is not the blood of the Mu family and cannot inherit everything that her father worked hard for.

Not only was she unable to inherit everything from her father, but the second uncle directly told her that the Mu family did not support idlers, and if she wanted to eat, she had to work.

Thinking of the unbearable past, Mu Sisi shook his head, shook off the thoughts in his mind, and strode into Mu Zhai.

Seeing her enter, the family in the living room stopped talking.

Old man Mu Xiongtian frowned coldly, picked up the porcelain cup on the coffee table and smashed it at Mu Sisi.

Mu Sisi dodged, and the porcelain cup shattered at her feet.

"Bastard, don't kneel yet!" Mu Xiong Tian shouted angrily.

"What did I do wrong?" Mu Sisi stood straight in place, looking at Mu Xiongtian with stubbornness on her beautiful little face.

"Rebel girl, you beat Huang Shao to a terminal illness, isn't this called making a mistake?" Mu Xiong Tian shouted angrily.

"Poof......" Mu Sisi said: "Can you get a terminal illness with a punch?" ”

What about liars!

"It's the other way around, what kind of attitude do you have!" Mu Xiongtian shouted angrily: "Come on, bring a stick." ”

He can't do it if he doesn't punish Mu Sisi severely, because this cheap girl beat the young master of the Huang family, and the Huang family is the only seedling, and the baby is terrible, so naturally Huang Jian can't be wronged.

From the day Huang Jian was beaten, the Huang family made a lot of difficulties for the Mujia factory, and also gave several large orders that were originally promised to the Mujia factory for processing to other competitors, which caused the Mujia factory to be frustrated, and there was no list to start work, and the loss was great.

The Huang family directly told the Mu family that if they did not hand over the culprit Mu Sisi to apologize, the Huang family would not give up and would continue to target the Mu family factory.

Moreover, just this morning, Huang Jian went to the hospital to check because of the old Gao who got up in the morning and had a swollen jaw, and the Huang family was stunned - the mandibular cell tumor was still malignant.

Since this morning, the Huang family has released a word, the Mu family must hand over Mu Sisi, otherwise the Mu family factory will wait to close down!

How could Mu Xiongtian let the company suffer for the sake of a granddaughter who was not related by blood.

In order to keep the Huang family from being angry with the Mu family, he first beat Mu Sisi to death, and then sent someone to send her to the Huang family to ask for guilt, so that the Huang family could see the sincerity of his Mu family.

Soon, the butler took the stick and offered it with both hands.

Mu Yuanyuan's eyes looked at Mu Sisi excitedly, her eyes full of schadenfreude.

Beat!

Kill her!

This dead girl has been prettier than her since she was a child, with a better figure, better popularity than her, and better than her studies, and she has long been disdainful of her.

She hasn't forgotten the picture of her bowing down in front of the slut Mu Sisi when her uncle was there.

Now that feng shui is turning, she wants to return all the humiliation she suffered before to this littlePerson.

"Don't fight." Grandma Fan Lingmin just said this, and swallowed the words of pleading in her mouth in the shock of Mu Xiongtian's fierce eyes, and just looked at Mu Sisi with distressed and apologetic eyes.

"Grandpa, are you really going to hit me?" Looking at the old man who was holding a stick and walking towards her step by step, Mu Sisi had the last trace of admiration in his eyes.