When Mù Qiānxún heard this voice, Tang Ye still firmly held one of her hands.
Her first reaction was shock.
Second, she felt wronged.
A lot had happened that night, she narrowly escaped from danger. Even for her, who was normally brave, it wasn't a take-it-in-stride situation.
At this moment, when things had settled a little, and she heard Ou Zun's voice, she felt absolutely wronged.
She blankly gazed at Ou Zun, who was stepping out of his luxury version of Maybach with his tall and noble stature.
Her lips pouted, her voice filled with the utmost grievance.
"Ou Zun…"
This wasn't her playing coy for sympathy, she genuinely felt wronged. The night's events had been absolutely terrifying, even sitting in the police station, she had kept her composure.
She was indifferent to the burning pain on her cheek.
She felt confident.
