Bab 226: 114: Crisis_6

Mu Qingli spoke in a measured tone, yet with resonating firmness, as she watched the middle-aged woman, gently lifting her chin. Her clear eyes shimmered with an array of colors, and she exuded a powerful aura that made one's blood run cold.

Initially, the middle-aged woman thought Mu Qingli didn't seem like much and was relatively unfamiliar, so she wanted to take advantage of her. She had not anticipated that this young girl was no easy mark!

The average youngster at the age of sixteen or seventeen would probably cry at such a scene, but Mu Qingli did not. Now, the one about to cry was the woman herself. She knew very well her son's usual behavior, and if the police were really called, she wouldn't gain any advantage and might even get a lecture from the police.

"Our baby is still young. What are you squabbling with our baby for?!

"Baby, let's go home! Don't bother with them!" The middle-aged woman pulled the little boy back toward home.