Wen Lan's not dead?
With that said, a tumultuous uproar arose among the crowd.
But Wen Lan was clearly already cremated, how could she not be dead!
The corners of Xiao Ai's mouth turned up in a mocking smile, "No wonder Miss Mu has been keeping herself out of sight from the incident with Wen Lan until now, turns out she's still living in a dream."
Xiao Ai had personally witnessed Wen Lan being pushed into the Incinerator.
Now, even if Mu Qingli spoke with eloquence, she couldn't wash away the guilt of murder.
Xiao Ai continued, "I see Miss Mu bathed in glory, it seems these past days have treated you well! I wonder, during your midnight reveries, do you feel guilty when you think of Wen Lan? Are you afraid?"
Mu Qingli slightly curved her lips and retorted, "If I have a clear conscience, why should I feel guilty? And why should I be afraid?"