"If you really want to die, I know of dozens of ways to die immediately without alarming anyone. Do you need them?"
"I'll give them to you now if you need them."
Ye Muxue—who was clearly the most afraid of death and the one who was most unwilling to die—liked to pretend to commit suicide to showcase her pitiful state. She was shameless beyond words.
Ye Muxue's face turned red from Ye Caitang's mockery. "…"
"Get lost, Little Mute. I won't allow you to bully Muxue."
Li Ling—Ye Muxue's sidekick—immediately stood in front of Ye Muxue, looking like a protector as she glared at Ye Caitang.
"Ye Caitang, don't think that we're afraid of you just because you have forged some recordings and photos."
"I believe justice may be late, but it's never absent."
Ye Muxue tugged at Li Ling's clothes with a gentle face.
"Li Ling, forget it. She has someone backing her up. We can't win against her."
"Muxue, don't be afraid of her."
