"Fifth Sister, if you like the dress I'm wearing, you could've just told me directly. It's just a dress—I could've easily given it to you. Why resort to such underhanded accusations? You keep insisting that the dog is yours, so why is it that after you've stood here talking for so long, the dog hasn't shown any reaction whatsoever?"
Mu Luzhu's tone paused slightly, then she continued, "Dogs are the most loyal animals in the world. If it really was your Fat Bear, how could it remain completely indifferent…"
Her words were still hanging in the air, and the murmurs of the crowd below grew louder.
Each word and phrase, along with the crowd's sneers and jeers, landed mercilessly on Mu Qingli. Had it been anyone else, they may have already crumbled under such pressure.
But Mu Qingli stood tall and unwavering.
She overpowered the atmosphere with her presence alone.