The person sneered coldly, "She's just lucky."
The corners of Mu Lin's mouth twitched indifferently, but she remained silent; she couldn't be bothered to respond.
However, at this moment, the woman beside her decided to chime in, "Actually, you don't have to worry, these people just want to save face." They only dared to say so because they were women.
"They don't even qualify for me to care." Her voice was cold and indifferent, stirring curiosity in the woman about Mu Lin's identity.
She always felt that Mu Lin was very mysterious.
As for the boy behind her, he was happily playing with Qiaozi, speaking to himself as if having a conversation with Qiaozi. The silver, was right now sleeping on Mu Lin's feet, otherwise it would have slinked off to bite someone already.
How dare they mock its master, wishing for death.
...
She closes her eyes, and everything around her becomes void in her ears.
