242: In tormenting the scum, she also hurt her right arm!_2

The air was extremely still.

Mu Qingli remained composed as she grasped the vase and gently tossed it.

The next second, the vase was returned to its original spot.

Steady and sure.

As the vase settled back into place, Mu Qingli turned her gaze toward Wen Lan's mother, whose face was full of sorrow but also filled with immense anger, "Wen Lan is doing very well, Auntie. Please, stay calm."

That simple statement, as though imbued with magic power, miraculously calmed everyone down.

Of course, this was all thanks to the assurance that Wen Lan was unharmed.

No one knew the pain of losing a daughter, and Wen Lan's mother now clung to Mu Qingli's words as her last lifeline, "Is Lanlan... really okay?"

How she wished that Wen Lan could call her 'mother' again as she used to.

Mu Qingli nodded, extending her hand to take the mother's, "She's really fine. I'm a person who never lies."

Upon hearing this, the onlookers were stunned.