Fortunately, she had achieved her purpose tonight.
"Qingli," Mu Junliang looked up at Mu Qingli, "Qingli, Qingli, you should tell Seventh Master that I am your father..." Before he could finish his sentence, he was escorted out by the black-clothed bodyguards.
Fu Lanshen turned to Mu Qingli with warm eyes like the sun and slightly parted lips, "With Seventh Uncle here, from now on you can walk sideways in Imperial City without caring about anyone else's opinion."
His voice wasn't loud but carried an inexplicable infectiousness, audible enough for those around to hear.
After tonight, within the aristocratic circles of Imperial City, who wouldn't know that Fu Lanshen had a beloved niece he doted on?
Mu Qingli smiled faintly, "Thank you, Seventh Uncle."
"Mom, everything has been investigated clearly, don't you owe Lili an apology?" Fu Lanshen turned his gaze to Mrs. Fu.
Mrs. Fu didn't even dare to look into Mu Qingli's eyes.
She felt guilty.