Ming Mei felt a surge of coldness washing over her, a chilling wind that permeated every pore, scraping all the way down to her bones.
Mu Qiubai seemed to have said something else at the very end.
But the car window had already rolled up, and moreover, the car had left the camp.
Ming Mei didn't speak for a while, and Kang Chen found it strange. He reached out to touch her hand, and found it cold. He quickly asked, "What's wrong? Your hand is so cold... Are you cold?"
Ming Mei shook her head in a daze, "I suddenly feel that maybe... I really knew Mu Qiubai in the past."
Kang Chen was surprised, "Why do you suddenly say that?"
Ming Mei looked up at him and said, "I feel..."
"I feel a strong hostility from her..."
Ming Mei gripped Kang Chen's hand firmly, "If there really is some kind of enmity between us, you will help me, won't you?"