Gu Wenjuan trembled all over, hardly able to believe as she looked up.
Above her blazed the glaring sunlight, with Mo Shu shielding her from it, a sense of safety ensued swiftly.
Suddenly, Gu Wenjuan burst into tears, "Princess Mo!"
Embracing her, the panic in Gu Wenjuan's heart, the fear within, found a moment of reliance in that instant, clinging desperately to this lifeline.
On Mo Shu's exquisitely beautiful face, her eyes were cold and deep, tinged with slight anger, her gaze suddenly lifted and fell on the subdued criminal in front of her.
Gu Wenjuan saw a steel pipe still rolling on the ground, her face full of fear.
And that man was being firmly restrained by Ji Yun, powerless to resist.
People around were all looking at Mo Shu, uncertain.
One of them spoke out in English, "Who are you?"
Mo Shu stood up, her lips curling coldly, "Who am I?"
Her gaze shifted to the one who had spoken, she said slowly, "Do you have the right to know?"
