C293 Next Time He Would Lose His Hand

Only then did Mu Qinghuan feel a little warmth in her body.

She raised her eyes and looked at Ji Chenyuan in a daze. The man's gaze was sharp and cold like an eagle's. The hostility all over his body made people keep quiet out of fear, but she felt incomparably at ease.

But the reporter from before reacted. She secretly gritted her teeth in her heart, but she still bit the bullet and said