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"Brother Feng, Mo Ling'er has seen us."
Miao Qingqing's eyebrows knitted slightly, a flash of disgust crossing her beautiful eyes.
"So what if she has seen us? We were bound to run into her sooner or later anyway," Liu Qingyang said with a careless shrug, his cold gaze sweeping over Mo Ling'er indifferently.
"Let's go," Feng Wuchen said calmly, casting Mo Ling'er a look of strangeness before continuing forward.
Feng Wuchen hadn't killed Mo Ling'er back then solely because of past sentiment. Now that they were strangers, all those old feelings had dissipated.
"Ling'er, did they bully you?" Zhuge Liancheng asked coldly, his icy stare fixed on Feng Wuchen and the others, appearing ready to stand up for Mo Ling'er.
Feng Wuchen didn't even give Mo Ling'er a glance, treating her as if she were thin air, and continued to walk forward, holding Ling Xiaoxiao's jade hand.
"Feng Wuchen!" Mo Ling'er couldn't help but rebuke him, infuriated by his disregard and his air of superiority.
