"Ah—" The people who were originally watching were shocked when they saw the beautiful young man embracing the ugly, smelly person without any regard for the dirt. Some even let out a cry of surprise.
"What are you looking at?" Misha turned his wheelchair and looked at the person who had just made a noise. Unlike the previous amiable appearance, his eyes now exuded chills and murderous intent, making those who met his cold gaze involuntarily shudder.
"Misha, this is Beizhou!" Jia Lan, who knew Misha's personality, immediately stepped in to stop him. His implication was that they should not carelessly kill people in Beizhou.
"Hmph—" Misha harrumphed and withdrew his gaze, gently looking at the little person in his arms, seemingly unaffected by her dirt and smell. "Qinglian, I'll take you home!"
"Home..." Murong Qinglian looked at Misha blankly, as if she didn't understand what a home was.
