"Qing... Qingge!" The sudden voice was tinged with a hint of uncertainty, but mostly filled with surprise.
Mu Qingge raised her eyes and saw a familiar figure, more excited than the approaching crowd, running towards her.
Mu Qingge's lips slightly lifted, but before she could step forward to greet the person, a cold voice suddenly intervened.
"Stop!"
As soon as the voice sounded, Xue Qiong, who had been smiling by Mu Qingge's side, had his expression slightly stiffen and his eyes held a warning as he looked towards his family.
Mu Lianrong listened and paused, standing in place, unable to move forward or retreat, feeling somewhat awkward.
Mu Qingge quietly lifted her gaze and saw the person who had spoken standing among the crowd.
