Mu Xiaoqi took a cold breath in pain, but he could not break away from the bright red hand.

Her expression seemed to the reporters to be a guilty attempt to escape. Where would they let go of such excellent gossip? One by one, they pressed the shutter and asked questions like, "Miss Mu, after you killed your father, what do you think of his picture in the Lingtang?"

"Yes, Miss Mu, what's the main purpose of your coming to this hall?"

"Miss Mu, I heard that General An was dying at that time. Why did you choose to start at that time?"

"Miss Mu, when did you know that...