Jing Lin exposed a smile, glancing haughtily at the stoic Yun Luofeng behind him.
At the moment, he was still oblivious that the two old men's darkening expression was due to his words. Except neither of the two spoke just yet because they still wanted to hear what he was going to say next.
Jing Lin mistakenly believed that the two elderly men agreed with his words and thus continued to speak, "Someone who's treacherous, cunning and extremely daring like her simply cannot be generously treated. I understand that the two of you are only helping her because she's still young, I just don't want the two of you to be blinded by her."
Elder Ning smiled faintly, his smile cold and distant. In the boisterous main hall of Medical Pavilion, his voice was slowly heard.
"This one—you must be the master of that Mu Wushuang from yesterday?"
