"Little Lord, you really carry yourself with authority!"
The sudden explosion of a voice in her mind made Mu Qingge's body slightly tremble.
It was as if the speaker resided right within her brain.
"Boss, what's wrong?" Seeing Mu Qingge suddenly fall silent, Shao Fatty asked urgently.
Mu Qingge shook her head slightly.
She was familiar with the voice, so she didn't care much.
"Fatty, your leg's injured. Let me take you back first," Mu Qingge said to Shao Fatty.
Shao Fatty laughed heartily and said, "No need to be so courteous, I can get back by myself just fine." After speaking, he winked exaggeratedly at Mu Qingge.
Her earlier remark, 'Don't stare at my woman,' had clearly led to Shao Fatty's misunderstanding.
Of course, Shao Fatty was probably not the only one who misunderstood.
In truth, Mu Qingge had only been standing up for Qin Yiyao from a woman's perspective. She could see the displeasure and disdain in Qin Yiyao's eyes, as well as her silent forbearance.
