Ye Ning: "..."
Just as she was about to say something, a voice that had been holding back for a long time finally spoke up: "Going by your logic, someone who is robbed and murdered, should blame themselves for being too wealthy?"
"You—"
"Mucen, what are you talking about? Don't be disrespectful to the old gentleman!" Ye Ning was truly anxious, she really shouldn't have brought him along.
She wanted to say a few kind words to ease the situation, but at this moment, the owner of the house had already been drawn to Ou Mucen, seeing him sitting there with a cold aura. His cloudy eyes beneath gray hair flashed and coldly fixed on Mucen.
"Who are you?"
"I..."
"Don't be offended, sir, he's just a subordinate I brought along this time and hasn't seen much of the world. If he speaks harshly, please don't get angry, sir."
Ou Mucen had just started his sentence but was interrupted by the woman, and the interruption was quite rude.
