"You, come with me."
The pink-clad woman who suddenly appeared in front of Mu Qingge spoke these words from a position of superiority.
Her demeanor was as if she were bestowing a favor on Mu Qingge, allowing no room for refusal.
Mu Qingge raised an eyebrow, his eyes taking on a playful glint.
The female owner of the tea stall also stood up at this moment and showed a smile to the sudden visitor. She said, "Oh, an Upper God gracing my humble tea stall, what an honor it is for such a small place. Is there something I can do for you, Upper God?"
However, the woman in pink didn't even glance at the tea stall owner. Her cold eyes were fixed on Mu Qingge. They appeared calm, but deep within them hid a flicker of amazement.
"This has nothing to do with you," the pink-clad woman replied coldly.
The tea stall owner's face flashed with a trace of embarrassment, and she awkwardly retreated.
