Somewhat unexpectedly, Jing Youlan seemed to understand something.
In this way, Mu Lin had given all her escape routes into her own hands - this was the first time he realized how much they were trusted by her.
If Mu Lin heard Jing Youlan's inner thoughts right now, she would be completely confused.
Because these were things she had never considered before.
Trust? She didn't know. The only thing she knew was that these people were her friends, and they would not harm her.
...
Mu Lin gradually descended down the stairs. The depth below was deep, the staircase was at least two or three stories high. The lower you go, the more spacious and brightly lit it becomes.
Beyond the blind spot of the surveillance, Mu Lin moved quickly and stealthily.
She carefully observed every nook and cranny until eventually, the full appearance of this place came into view.
What is this!
Mu Lin's brows furrowed.
