Ten minutes later, Lei Yun'Er and Lei Yue'er walked with their heads down, fidgeting with their fingers like they had done something wrong. Meanwhile, Mu Chen strode ahead of them with a grim expression, his hands clasped behind his back. Five cracks had appeared on his pitch-black mask, and the cheek beneath it stung with a faint, burning pain.
He was in a very bad mood. Not only had he been taken advantage of, but he had also been slapped for no reason. Moreover, that slap had carried the power of an Eighth-Ring Martial Emperor, and he had taken it completely off-guard.
Lei Yue'er's little face was still flushed. Following behind Mu Chen, she would occasionally peek at his back. When she saw that he wasn't saying a word, she lowered her head again, feeling wronged as tears welled up in her eyes.
"Sob, sob... Brother Mu Chen... I know I was wrong... Please don't be mad at me... I really... I really didn't do it on purpose..."
