"Stop right there, who gave her permission to leave!"
This Lin Miaoxiu was relentlessly persistent.
"Oh, this is quite a lively scene."
Just then, the voice of a man rang out, and the crowd parted to make way.
The newcomer was none other than Mu Chuanlin.
Xie Xinghui was also stunned. When had he left?
Mu Chuanlin, in his black suit, was tall and handsome. His excessively good-looking face gave off an oppressive feeling.
After all, Mu Chuanlin, with his six-foot-two stature, naturally towered over everyone else, looking down on them.
When Lin Miaoxiu saw Mu Chuanlin, she was startled too, momentarily forgetting what she was supposed to do.
Mu Chuanlin stepped closer and glanced at Xie Xinghui.
The girl's face bore a clear imprint of a slap, obviously the work of someone's hand.
Upon seeing Mu Chuanlin, Bai Yiran immediately spoke up, "I'm glad you're here. Now see for yourself the glorious deeds they've done.
