Nangong Qingqing, who stood behind Nangong Yun, pursed her lips and lowered her head without uttering a word.
No one could see the trace of contempt that flitted across the depths of her eyes.
Everyone's attention was focused on Nangong Yun's chest.
In the end, it was Leng Yu who went over and whispered, "Miss Yun, you should cover yourself up first."
She admired all those who had made sacrifices for Mr. Xiaojiu. Since this scar was due to Mr. Xiaojiu, she naturally held extra respect for Nangong Yun.
Only then did Nangong Yun leisurely button up her shirt, disregarding the odd stares from others.
She continued to look at Mu Xiaojiu, a gentle and composed smile on her face.
"You're too lenient with these children, it will harm them sooner or later."
"Being born into such a noble family means that from birth, they are destined to walk a different path from others."
