As Lin Mo left, Mu Wanqing felt the pressure on her body dissipate and she slowly stood up, her voice cold, "No need."
"But..." Fu Shengjie clenched his fist, rage burning within him. He had never suffered such a humiliation, especially since the other party had used some means to force Mu Wanqing to kneel. He was absolutely not going to let that kid off the hook.
"There are no buts. No one is to speak of today's events," Mu Wanqing instructed, before she turned and strode towards the door. Her gaze carried a hint of seriousness. Fu Shengjie, also a Martial Arts Master, had personally been trained by her father and could be considered her father's disciple. She had once heard her father say that with Fu Shengxue's current abilities, dealing with twenty ordinary men would be no problem. But just now, she had not seen things clearly before Fu Shengjie had been sent flying away.
