C186 Merchant Auction House

Mu Shuyao's expression was cold, but there was nothing she could do about Mu Wen's.

After all, nominally, Mu Wen was her cousin.

However, Mu Wen was quite thick-skinned when faced with a bastard like her who used chicken feathers as tokens. It was as if he couldn't see her expression at all.

"Are you done talking?" "Finished, f * ck off