The atmosphere fell silent.
Only the wind and rain went on as before.
"Heh heh…"
After a long while, the middle-aged man—Mu Ling'er's third uncle—let out a cold laugh. "Kid, do you even know what kind of place this is? With that little trick of yours, don't you find yourself ridiculous?"
"Your woman? That's hilarious. Who the hell do you think you are?"
As soon as he spoke, everyone else at the scene reacted. Some shook their heads with light chuckles, some snorted in disdain, as if they'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Ling'er is willful, she likes stirring up trouble all the time, everyone please don't take it to heart."
Mu Ling'er's mother, Shao Yun, gave an awkward smile. Her eyes glared fiercely at Chen Yang as she reached out to grab Mu Ling'er, wanting to pull this daughter back to her side.
But Mu Ling'er clung tightly to Chen Yang and refused to let go, tilting up her small head, clearly ready to go head‑to‑head with Shao Yun.
