C228 Take the Blame

In the private room, there was a sound of someone taking a cold breath.

Drops of red wine beads rolled down Mu Qing's head, like the blood that flowed out after she was injured.

She was the only woman here. Faced with such treatment, the surrounding men also frowned awkwardly and looked at Wang Baiwan unhappily.

A middle-aged man with a sense of justice suddenly stood up