Everyone's heart tightened, feeling that trouble was brewing.
"Hey, girl, why are you so arrogant? My Yishan was harmed by you to this extent, yet you're here spouting nonsense; how can you be so malicious at such a young age?" Wang Lian's eyes showed displeasure as she rebuked in a sharp voice.
Li Mochan's eyes turned frosty, his body radiating a hostile aura.
In an instant, the spacious room filled with a sense of oppression.
"Mohan," Jiuliang grabbed his hand, "it's okay."
Noticing the icy chill around them quietly dissipating, everyone glanced at Jiuliang and marveled to themselves.
She could actually soothe Li Mochan's mood—amazing.
Jiuliang lifted her eyes, her gaze passing over Wang Lian and landing on the pale face of Su Yishan.
With long strides, she walked towards her, calm and collected.
The onlookers exchanged glances, quietly watching the drama unfold.
