Mu Yunchu's gaze subtly shifted to the side.
Then quietly returned.
Fell on Xia Ling's unfiltered face.
At this moment, it's not a situation she can simply walk away from.
If it weren't for the sun still hanging in the sky, Xia Ling really wanted to shout "ghost".
At first, she thought it was her phone glitching.
But gradually, she realized something was wrong.
Everything on the screen was normal, whether it was Mu Yunchu or the scrolling comments.
But the red button at the lower left, no matter how many times she pressed it, was useless.
She almost felt like throwing her phone in frustration.
"I'm not finished speaking yet."
The implication was that Xia Ling couldn't leave now.
"Now we can talk about the real issue."
"The real issue?" Xia Ling didn't notice the tremor in her voice.
"I'm talking about that life you're responsible for."
An image flashed in Xia Ling's mind.
But she quickly forced it out of her mind.
"I told you to stop talking nonsense here!"
