"Hehehehe..." A low laugh echoed from the surrounding speakers, carrying a cold, eerie quality that struck at the most vulnerable parts of people's hearts, as if from a lofty height, as though the entire world was tightly grasped within its own hands, including everyone's lives.
To this man, life must be terribly cheap, absolutely worthless.
The low laughter, filled with mocking joy, captured all attention in an instant. Mo Yinfan coldly watched the projected screen, his normally gentle demeanor now completely faded.
Could this be the man who has been wanting to take Mu Lin's life? If it's possible, he wished he could help Mu Lin.
As if sensing Mo Yinfan's sharp scrutinizing gaze, the man turned his gaze towards him, "A lucky one." Those four calm words carried a characteristic sigh, but the bitterly cold voice sounded different to everyone listening.
