Under the sun, the beauty's skin was as white as porcelain, glowing with a lustrous sheen, her face wearing a smile.
However, in that seemingly cordial smile, her clear eyes held no warmth, as if she had no regard for him at all.
Third Young Master Lin couldn't bear to move, viewing the beauty before him with fear as he raised his hands.
Such poised demeanor must have been cultured from a prominent family.
But, being so eye-catching, if she were a notable figure, surely there would have been rumors, but he had never heard of such a person. Where had she come from?
Unable to find an answer in his head, Third Young Master Lin shouted with a pale face, "Brother! Second brother!"
Mo Shu pressed the gun harder against his head, her lips curling coldly, "I've never seen a head bloom like a flower."
Third Young Master Lin's body turned cold, somewhat disbelieving that this woman would really dare to kill.
But she was too calm, too composed.
