It was a woman with a figure very similar to Qiao Xia's, yet it was not Qiao Xia. Mu Liang took a deep breath, his face dark with anger, and quickly ascended to the top floor where Lu Bai was waiting to receive him.
A group of people swiftly left the scene.
Xiao Qiao suddenly ran over and exhaled in relief—it wasn't her sister, thankfully, not her sister.
She abruptly stood up, grinding her teeth fiercely, radiating murderous intent. Her fists were clenched so hard they cracked. Lu Xiaojiu followed her, standing silently by her side without saying a word. Xiao Qiao's gaze was icy, like a true goddess of vengeance, stern and domineering.
"Mu Liang!" she bit out the name ferociously, "Who gave you the right to get close to my sister?"
By the time the police arrived, there was nothing but chaos and a few corpses.
