"Yes, yes, I'm the uncle," Heize said with an ingratiating smile.

After calming Bradley down, Freya approached Heize and asked about his injury, "How are you? Did you get hurt anywhere just now?"

Freya knew how powerful Bradley was. She was afraid that the push just now was quite forceful, and Heize must have been injured.

But seeing her come closer, Heize quickly said, "You'd better stay with your husband. I'll deal with this injury myself. Don't worry."

After saying that, he took a few big steps and disappeared without a trace.

Just a hug had made Bradley extremely jealous. If Freya had also helped him check his injury, Bradley would probably have jumped up and killed him.

Freya looked at Heize running away as if for his life, and then looked at Bradley helplessly. "Well, you've scared him away. Let's go back."

She had just come here to catch up with an old friend, but who would have thought that Bradley would suddenly get jealous.

Heize's face had been twisted in pain just now, and it looked like he had bumped into something quite hard.

Seeing that she was unhappy, Bradley coaxed her instead, "I don't like other men touching you. Chatting is one thing, but getting handsy is another matter."

Freya said, "I just told you, it was just an encouraging hug between friends."

"That's still not allowed. There was physical contact," Bradley frowned.

Only he was allowed to touch his woman. The fact that she had come into physical contact with someone else made all his jealousy flare up.

Just as Freya was about to say something more, the man strode closer and picked her up horizontally.

After a dizzying moment, Freya let out a cry and clung to the man's neck with both hands. "Mu San Sui (meaning a three-year-old-like Mu, used to tease Bradley for his childish behavior), what are you up to again?"

The man in front of her, who was being unreasonable, was no different from a three-year-old child.

He had a heart as narrow as an asshole.

Bradley didn't say anything. He just carried her out of Zexuan Entertainment and then forcefully put her into the car.

Then, he handed her a piece of information. "Take a look at Heize's information. How much do you know about him?"

Freya was confused. She glanced at the information and frowned. "You've been investigating Heize?"

"Yes."

Bradley didn't deny it.

Previously, Bradley was willing to trust Freya's judgment. After all, Heize had discovered Freya's talent, so he had always respected him and even used all means to support him, hiring him to work at Xingguang Entertainment.

However, in order to cultivate Wang Zixuan, Heize eventually didn't work at Xingguang Entertainment for too long and chose to terminate the contract. That's why Freya later transferred the studio to Heize's name.

But too many things had happened recently, making him wary of everyone, including Wang Zixuan and Heize.

Freya smiled. "I absolutely trust Mr. Black's character. You're overthinking it."

She had met Heize by chance at the beginning, and Heize had always been dedicated to promoting her, making her into Rita and a legendary figure in the music industry.

Freya had never asked about Heize's background. Of course, during occasional conversations, she had roughly learned some things about Heize's past.

However, this didn't affect Freya's trust in Heize.

Just like herself, Heize never asked her about anything either.

As a singer and a manager, they had always respected each other's privacy. They firmly believed that they were friends and would give each other full trust.

Seeing how confident she was, Bradley didn't say anything more.

"Okay, since you trust Heize's character, I'll trust him this time. But next time, keep your distance from Heize. Even if he's an uncle, you shouldn't be too close."

"Got it, husband."

Freya hugged him, looked up, and gently kissed him on the right cheek.

Bradley wouldn't let go of the opportunity when she came to him initiatively. He directly pressed her into his arms and "punished" her affectionately.

...

At Zexuan Studio.

Heize stood on the balcony and watched the two people in the car downstairs being affectionate. He angrily waved his fist at Bradley.

"You're so disrespectful. So what if you're the king of Solterra? I'm still older than you. Don't you know the virtue of respecting the old and loving the young?" After saying that, Heize kicked the wall angrily.

As luck would have it, it pulled on the wound on his back, and he let out a scream of pain.

This scream made the two people in the car who were being affectionate quickly separate. After Heize covered his mouth, he saw Bradley start the car and drive away.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? You just want to bully Freya all day long. When I train Wang Qinghan well, I'll definitely make Rita come back and sing again."

Heize mumbled for a long time. When he turned around to go back and rest, he saw Clara standing behind him, looking at him with a strange expression.

"Uncle Heize, who were you scolding?"

"It's that self-righteous, disrespectful, and arrogant godfather of yours!"

Just thinking of Bradley made Heize angry.

If it weren't for his inferior status and fighting ability, how could he have endured such treatment from Bradley?

The key was his old waist. If he had bumped into something more severely, it might have hurt his bones.

Hearing his words, Clara pouted and said, "Uncle Heize, it's not good for you to scold my godfather behind his back, is it?"

After all, he was her godfather, and as a goddaughter, she had to stand up for him.

"What's not good about it? Even if he's the King of Hell as a godfather, he doesn't love you as much as Uncle Heize does," Heize snorted a few times. His old waist hurt. The more it hurt, the more he wanted to scold Bradley, that brat.

"Uncle Heize, what did my godfather do to make you so angry?" Clara asked sensibly.

"What else could he do? He drank too much vinegar." It was just a hug, but he had acted as if someone had stolen his woman, and he had pushed so hard.

Clara scratched her head and asked naively, "Can vinegar be drunk? Does it taste good?" She even licked her lips, looking greedy.

Heize gritted his teeth and said, "For those who like it, vinegar tastes better than wine."

After saying that, he limped away from the balcony and returned to his office.

Since Freya had promised him that as long as he could make Wang Qinghan a unique singer, she would be willing to come back and sing on the same stage as Wang Qinghan.

Heize really wanted to see Bradley look deflated. After sitting for a while, he went to find Wang Qinghan.

Anyway, he had to make Bradley pay for the pain he had suffered today so that he could feel better.

Just as he was about to go to the recording studio, a black figure suddenly rushed out from behind the curtain. Heize's alertness was extremely sharp. After his eyes changed slightly, he struck back.

However, the other person was faster. In the next second, Heize felt something hard pressed against his back.

A sinister voice processed by a voice changer came, "If you don't want to die, be a good boy and listen to me."

...

On the other side.

Bradley drove Freya back to the Mu family's old house.

Although the old master's condition was stable, he still needed regular check-ups.

When Freya was feeling the old master's pulse, she found that his pulse was still a bit chaotic. After all, at such an old age, it was impossible to just tough it out.

All they could do now was to try their best to extend the old master's life.