"Xiaxia," Mu Li murmured her name.
Seeing that they knew each other, the social worker tugged on Xiaxia's sleeve. "Why, you know her? Great! Please talk to her. I've said all I can say, but she won't even look at me!"
An Xiaxia nodded and carefully approached Mu Li while talking to her in a seemingly casual tone. "It's so windy here. Come down from there and we can talk."
Mu Li smiled. "You don't have to do that. I've made up my mind."
An Xiaxia thought her heart had stopped.
She couldn't just stand there and watch as someone perished in front of her eyes.
An Xiaxia was going to use Mu Li's parents as leverage when she recalled the rumors she used to hear in high school.
Her father was a murderer and her mother a mistress… To Mu Li, her parents weren't people to be proud of, but were her ultimate disgrace.
