Who is the outsider, after all?

"Hey, Goddess Xue, what brings you here—"

Shen Muchen smiled and raised his hand to greet Xue Murong.

But Xue Murong didn't even give him a proper look and coldly made her way straight toward Yu Lingqian.

Shen Muchen's smile froze on his face, and he turned his head in confusion, "What's the matter, did you eat gunpowder or something?"

Xue Murong kept a stern face and rushed to the edge of the wicker chair.

She immediately noticed Yu Lingqian's left arm wrapped in bandages, his usually cold handsome face completely void of color, emanating a very fragile aura.

Yu Lingqian, the favored son of heaven, Special Soldier King, to be injured like this!

Xue Murong trembled with rage, turned her head to glare at Mu Anran, and then raised her hand to slap her across the face—

"Hey, what are you doing!" Shen Muchen's face turned green when he saw this, and he hastily ran over, trying to stop her.

However, Xue Murong's action was obviously one step ahead.