Chapter 287 - Was Taken Away


    “What''s the issue? Wasn''t he supposed to make an apology? Why has he returned?”


    As Shang Mingming re-entered, Mu Xiaobai, lounging on the couch, made a jesting remark.


    “It''s none of your concern.” Shang Mingming remained in a sour mood.


    “Alright, alright, it''s none of my business,” Mu Xiaobai responded nonchntly, his grin broadening, possibly finding Shang Mingming''s demeanor amusingly charming.


    “Knock, knock, knock…” Suddenly, a series of knocks echoed at the door.


    “Hey, youngster, answer the door.”


    Remaining sprawled on the couch and flipping through TV channels, Mu Xiaobai directed Shang Mingming to get the door.


    “Why don''t you do it yourself! I refuse.”


    Shang Mingming was naturally rebellious and, given his current foul mood, was even less inclined toply with Mu Xiaobai''s request.


    “I''ll put in a good word for you with your third cousinter,” implying a condition for Shang Mingming to open the door.


    “Really?” Shang Mingming''s demeanor brightened instantly, his youthful naivety shining through.


    “Yes, really. Now, go quickly!” Mu Xiaobai urged, without bothering to nce at Shang Mingming, continuing tozily surf channels.


    “Fine, you have my word.” A long-missed smile appeared on Shang Mingming''s face as he joyfully approached the door.


    At that moment, the door received another, more urgent knock.


    Shang Mingming couldn''t help but frown, “I''m on my way, what''s the rush?”


    He internally criticized the impoliteness of service these days, finding the aggressive door-knocking exceedingly inappropriate.


    Grumbling to himself, Shang Mingming prepared to scold whoever was outside, only to be met with the sight of an unfamiliar man instead of a waiter.


    “Who are you!”


    Shang Mingming, looking upwards at the imposing figure, felt an ominous hunch, especially due to the odd look the man shot him.


    Realizing the peril he was in, Shang Mingming decided to flee. However, it was already toote as the man swiftly gagged him with a cloth and hoisted him up.


    The strong odor that invaded Wu Tie''s nostrils caused his eyes to widen in shock, his strength ebbed away gradually, along with his consciousness. Wu Tie managed to muster his remaining energy to kick the door, hoping to catch Mu Xiaobai''s attention inside the room, but to no avail as Mu Xiaobai was engrossed in watching television, oblivious to his plight.


    Even after three minutes, Mu Xiaobai remained unaware of Shang Mingming''s absence, his attention still fixed on the television.


    Another knock on the door, two minutester, made Mu Xiaobai turn his head.


    He pondered, “Wasn''t the door just opened?”


    Maybe Xiao Budian went to the kitchen seeking his parents, he thought, ending with a reluctant, “So, it''s up to me to answer the door now?”


    Muttering to himself, Mu Xiaobai stood and upon opening the door, he looked at the waiter with annoyance, questioning, “How many times will you knock until you''re satisfied?”


    The waiter, confused, responded, “I only knocked once.”


    “Only once?” Mu Xiaobai used, “Are you trying to deceive me? Weren''t you the one who knocked earlier?”


    The waiter, taken aback, replied, “It wasn''t me! Didn''t you request red wine? I''ve just arrived.”


    “This is your first timeing up?” This made Mu Xiaobai sense something amiss.


    He inquired urgently, “Did you see a young boy open the door when you came?”


    The waiter answered with a clear “No!” and a prompt “Open the door.”


    This response left Mu Xiaobai visibly drained of color.


    He eximed in disbelief, “He actually dared to make a move?”


    Driven by an unknown impulse, Mu Xiaobai dashed out of the room, seething with anger.


    Once again, the waiter was left bewildered, caught in a situation he couldn''t understand or escape from.