"You don't need to care. Go worry about that basketball-playing senior of yours."
Mu Wan: "..."
Qin Mu responded coldly. Mu Wan clenched her small hands, her palms raw and bloody from the skin recently being scraped off.
Mu Wan's beautiful eyes dimmed slightly as she tried to say something, but ultimately chose to remain silent.
Seeing the woman's silence and the way she lowered her beautiful eyes, Qin Mu felt his fury surge uncontrollably.
This woman... silence meant admission.
Qin Mu's piercing dark eyes shifted to the man in front of him, who was flailing wildly with an air of aggression. The corners of Qin Mu's lips curved into a mocking smirk.
"Fine. Why don't we see for ourselves—when the police arrive, will they help you or me…?"
The Frenchman was startled by Qin Mu's confident tone, his heart pounding erratically. He grew even more unsure about the background of the man standing before him.
