The venue suddenly fell silent.
Mu Yazhe shouted icily, "I'm asking, who threw this?!"
The lone stiletto lay silently on the ground.
Yun Shishi immediately grabbed his arm. "Forget it…"
"Forget it!?"
Yun Shishi smiled and replied, "It's Xingze's funeral today. I don't want things to turn ugly…"
Mu Yazhe pursed his lips. Although he was furious, he decided not to pursue the matter since this was her wish.
However, right after he turned around, the fans could no longer hold back and broke out jeering.
A number of fans started clamoring!
"Yun Shishi! You b*tch!"
The crowd suddenly went out of control.
"You're blissfully happy now but what about Sir Xingze? He's lying alone in a cold coffin!"
Many of the fans swarmed in and surrounded them!
Mu Yazhe's heart skipped a beat.
He had brought bodyguards with him, but there were only three or four of them.
