"Yu Lingqian, you jerk! It was Xue Murong and her group who started everything. If they hadn't said I was kept, Nie Xianyang wouldn't have gone up to argue with them, and he certainly wouldn't have accidentally pushed her. Without discerning the truth, you want to accuse him of murder—what do you expect me to do? Since you care so much about Goddess Xue, you should've taken her advice and stayed away from me. Wouldn't that make everyone happy? Why won't you leave me alone?"
Mu Anran was nearly crying out, her bright eyes welling with tears, filled with grievance:
"I'm not a well-bred lady, I don't have connections or a background, I don't have anything. The only thing I have is a sick brother. If I could, I would rather go back to bar tending than be caught up in your vortex! I—mmph—"
Before she could finish her sentence, her body was suddenly weighed down, and her lips were fiercely kissed.
This jerk, even at a time like this, was still taking advantage of her.
