C322 Alarms

Mu Qingqing glared at him coldly, warning him not to act rashly. Under the pressure of his sight, the man laughed contemptuously.

With one hand holding Mu Qingqing's chin and the other taking off the cloth covering her mouth, he went straight to the point. "Where did the medicine for the scar come from?" he asked.

Her hair was disheveled and messy, and her face was stained with dirt