Qiao Mu looked at him with loathing before turning to make a detour.
Yet that young man with a black mole also moved to the side, continuing to block her way. He said with a leer, "Where is this young lady going? Why don't you let Brother escort you?"
"Retard!" Qiao Mu declared with a stoic face.
Re-re-re-retard??
Who are you talking about?
That man turned around to take a look, and the four burly men accompanying him simultaneously put on expressions that said "Young Master, I am a retard."
The man nodded in satisfaction and then turned to say to Qiao Mu with a chuckle, "This young lady, this young master is the son of the third manager of Wengka City's City Lord's Estate. Why don't we get to know each other."
"Scram!" This concise word expressed Qiao Mu's irritation.
Qiao Mu looked apathetically at this man with a big mole in front of her, her delicate eyebrows subconsciously creasing.
