I guess the news really does travel fast.
Looking at the car that was almost swarmed by reporters again, Mo Qian turned to look at Mu Lin, "Did you do something earth-shattering last night?" she asked. The speed at which these reporters get news is a bit too fast, getting a scoop so early in the morning.
"What's it got to do with us?" The matter from last night.
"There should be some correlation," Mu Lin replied.
Mo Qian raised her eyebrows, "Should be?" What kind of reply was that? Was she suggesting that she didn't even know if she had done something wrong last night? In Mo Qian's eyes, Mu Lin was the kind of person who did bad deeds without leaving a trace.
"I really don't know what specifically happened last night, but it was just a fireworks show," Mu Lin said as if she knew what Mo Qian was pondering, "When I got there, everything was already over." She also appeared helpless.
Watching Mu Lin's careless demeanor, Mo Qian was suddenly struck with an urge to throttle her.