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The air became somewhat quiet at this instant.

"Lili," Chen Fan said anxiously, his hand gripping Mu Qingli's tightly.

Chen Fan knew the Situ matriarch all too well.

This year, the elderly Situ matriarch was in her eighties. Hailing from a family of officials, she was a major general's daughter who had seen battlefields and whose hands were stained with countless amounts of blood. Even before marrying, she had followed her father into combat, fierce and ruthless in her decisions. Since she had issued such a severe threat, she would certainly follow through with it.

"It's okay," Mu Qingli reassured him softly, squeezing Chen Fan's hand in return.

"Mom, don't worry. If Fairy Sister says it's going to be fine, it definitely will be," Qiao Sifan comforted Chen Fan sensibly.

Mu Luzhu snorted coldly in her heart.

It's okay?

The person is already dead, and it's still okay?

Fortunately, however, this incident didn't involve her...