[823] Mu Lingqian, you bastard

In that moment, Mu Lingqian really wished he could push that woman's head underwater, so she could sober up properly!

Did she enjoy this self-torture so much? Did she really like Xiao Lan that much?

But with Li Lanxi right beside him, Mu Lingqian couldn't possibly show any concern for Wen Xiangyang in front of her.

Li Lanxi was too sensitive.

Hua Yu had specifically admonished him not to provoke Li Lanxi any further, or she would collapse, become a crazy person without her own consciousness.

Wen Xiangyang felt the icy gaze behind her, like a scorching X-ray, burning her flesh. She didn't turn around, she didn't dare. She feared it might be Mu Lingqian's expressionless, indifferent look.

Li Lanxi didn't want to see Wen Xiangyang's appearance that seemed bullied by her. It was clear that she was the one deceiving, using her; she wouldn't let her deceive her any longer.

Li Lanxi withdrew her gaze and took Mu Lingqian's arm, saying, "Brother Qian, let's go."