Reversed Life: Chapter 21 - Little Brother Mu: This isn’t The Sister I Know!
Chapter 21: Little Brother Mu: This isn’t The Sister I Know!
After finally finding the rice, Qiao Yuanshan washed his hands clean and refused Luo Meisheng’s offer to help. Instead, he squatted in front of the stove with his phone in hand, searching—
“Is porridge good for colds and fevers?”
“Will sick kids recover faster if they drink porridge?”
Following one of the search results, he ended up on a parenting forum. There, he found a comment saying that people with fevers usually have no appetite. Plain porridge might be good for the body, but it wasn’t appetizing. The commenter then enthusiastically described a folk-recipe porridge that was a bit troublesome to make but incredibly beloved by her sick child, going on and on about it.
Chairman Qiao slapped his thigh decisively—This was the one!
Except cooking apparently wasn’t as simple as he’d imagined. After forgetting to wash the rice once and burning the rice while stir-frying it the second time—forcing him to clean the pot twice in a row—Qiao Yuanshan stared at the disaster-zone countertop and sighed.
Thanks to having a hardworking mother, although he grew up poor, he’d never once touched a spatula as a child. After growing rich, he became even more detached from everyday life. Over the years he drifted from one business banquet to another, clinking glasses with this CEO and that executive. Eating gradually stopped being a necessity of living and became more like a social obligation. To the point that now, he could barely remember what it felt like to eat together with family.
A blurry-faced mother or late wife would emerge from the kitchen carrying steaming dishes, the aroma of food filling the air. Under dim dining-room lights, the whole family would crowd around the table laughing and waiting for dinner.
How long ago had that been? And yet now, recalling it still carried traces of warmth.
He had experienced it.
But what about the children?
Washing the pot clean again and adding fresh ingredients, he followed the forum instructions and sautéed ginger slices with melancholy written all over his face. “All these years… I’ve cared far too little about Nannan and Ruirui.”
It was the first time Luo Meisheng had ever seen such a prideful man look so lonely. She hesitated, unsure how to comfort him.
But Qiao Yuanshan shook his head. “You don’t need to comfort me. I know perfectly well. I’ve been a terrible father… No wonder those two hate me.”
Neither of his sons was willing to accept him. Did he really not know why? No—deep down, he absolutely knew.
But as his business grew bigger and more successful year after year, he became used to being flattered by subordinates, praised by peers, admired by friends, glorified by the media. He’d long since been carried so high by all that praise that he practically floated above the ground. Used to giving orders at the company, he gradually became unable to tolerate hearing anything he didn’t want to hear at home.
He couldn’t swallow his pride. Clinging to the dignity of being “the father,” he always waited for the children on the opposing side to take the first step.
But at this moment, he suddenly realized how ridiculous that stubborn insistence had been.
Earlier, acting on impulse, he had taken the initiative to hug Qiao Rui. Not only had he not been pushed away, he’d even received his eldest son’s rare, flustered comfort in return.
And now, standing in the kitchen wearing an apron, he didn’t feel embarrassed in the slightest. His entire mind was occupied with one thing only—the hope that his younger son would recover faster after drinking the porridge he made himself.
The children had never been standing against him. They’d always been standing behind him, waiting for him to turn around and look.
And he, as their father, had wasted so many years over such meaningless reasons before finally understanding that.
Qiao Yuanshan couldn’t even describe what he was feeling anymore. He almost hated himself.
But fortunately, even though he was late by many years, he had still managed to uncover the treasure buried deep beneath everything.
He realized he ought to change the way he approached life.
*****
When Mu Xiangxiang woke up from her nap, the IV needle in her hand was gone. Her eyes felt swollen for some reason, but her energy had recovered quite a bit.
The bedroom door hadn’t been closed, and she could hear clattering noises outside. “It’s boiling over! It’s boiling over!” Qiao Dad shouted. Meanwhile Luo Meisheng screamed, “The lid! The lid! The lid! The lid! The lid!!”
Maybe it was her imagination, but this Qiao residence—which had always felt unbearably lonely to her—suddenly seemed strangely warm.
Mu Xiangxiang struggled upright slightly and turned to see a cup of water on the bedside table. Reaching out to touch it, she found the cup still warm.
She happened to be thirsty, so she drank a few sips before pulling out the phone from beneath her pillow.
There were several text messages, most from Cao Wei last night asking why she’d suddenly disconnected from the game. Since he’d received no reply, the later messages were all crying and teary-eyed emojis.
Mu Xiangxiang replied apologizing, saying she’d gotten drunk last night and hadn’t seen them. Scrolling down further, she discovered Qiao Nan had also texted her that morning in a mocking tone, asking whether she’d sobered up yet.
That single question triggered a flood of memories. Mu Xiangxiang fell silent for a moment over her own behavior before calmly typing: [Sorry, I caused you trouble yesterday.]
Several replies arrived almost simultaneously—
[Mighty Under Heaven: “I knew something was up. It’s fine, really, no need to apologize.”]
[Mighty Under Heaven: “You sober now?”]
[Mighty Under Heaven: “We’re forming a party right now, wanna join?”]
[Qiao Nan: “You sure got up early :)”]
Mu Xiangxiang checked the clock. It was already nearly noon. She fell silent again.
First she informed Qiao Nan that she was sick with a fever, then apologized to Cao Wei and said she wasn’t feeling well today and couldn’t team up.
[Mighty Under Heaven: “!”]
[Mighty Under Heaven: “It’s okay, it’s okay, if you’re sick just rest and drink lots of water.”]
[Mighty Under Heaven: “Then I won’t bother you anymore, get some good sleep.”]
[Qiao Nan: “……”]
[Qiao Nan: “Impressive.”]
The phone finally quieted down. After waiting a bit and confirming no more messages were coming, Mu Xiangxiang tossed it aside and lay back down. Not long after, a sudden ringtone woke her again.
Half-asleep, she answered the call, hearing Qiao Nan’s indifferent voice on the other end. “Anybody home?”
Mu Xiangxiang blinked groggily. “…What?”
There was a pause. Then his voice became slightly irritable, and she could practically picture the expression on his face through the phone. “…I’m bringing you ibuprofen. That stuff works best for my fevers.”
Mu Xiangxiang’s eyes immediately opened wide. She sat up. “You came over?”
Qiao Nan gave a low “mm.” She vaguely heard a ding in the background—the elevator arriving at a floor—followed by his sarcastic sneer: “Did the fever fry your brain too? How are you this capable? I can’t even remember the last time I had a fever. Such a perfect body, and after barely a week in your hands, you already wrecked it like this…”
As he spoke, he stepped out of the elevator and walked toward the apartment door. It was the weekend, and based on past experience, nobody should be home.
Or rather, people being in this A City apartment was the unusual situation. Other than him, who had to live here for school, the rest of the Qiao family probably didn’t spend thirty days total here in an entire year.
Thinking about that, a cold smile tugged at his lips. He raised an arm, fingers slowly approaching the keypad lock—
At that exact moment, Mu Xiangxiang’s hurried whisper came through the phone: “Wait, Qiao Nan—your dad and your stepmother seem to both be home. Your brother might be there too!”
Qiao Nan: “????”
He jerked his hand back at the exact same instant the front door opened. Luo Meisheng stood there holding a tied-up garbage bag, apparently about to take out the trash. The two of them locked eyes directly.
Luo Meisheng froze for a moment, looking somewhat surprised.
Just then, Qiao Yuanshan caught up from behind her. “There’s another one here. The stir-fried mushrooms got burnt too—take them out and throw them away together.”
As he spoke, the corner of his eye caught sight of the unfamiliar short-haired girl at the doorway. He paused, thought for a moment, then broke into a smile. “Hello, are you Nannan’s friend?”
Qiao Nan stared blankly at the pink apron he was wearing—printed with Peppa Pig and edged with lace. His mind went numb.
Mu Xiangxiang, who had witnessed this entire tragic chain of events unfold through the phone call, dragged her sick body stumbling out of the room.
*****
Within a single second, Mu Xiangxiang calmly fabricated a perfectly logical story. With just a few concise sentences, she had Qiao Yuanshan looking gratefully at the girl carrying the bag of medicine to the house. “Oh my, thank you so much for taking such good care of our Nannan.”
Our Nannan…
Qiao Nan couldn’t say a word. A heavenly thunderbolt from beyond the nine skies had already blasted him senseless.
Qiao Yuanshan simply assumed he was being shy around strangers. Smiling, he invited the girl inside, then hesitated briefly before smiling at his younger son as well. “Um… Dad cooked some porridge for you. It’ll be ready soon. How about having a little later?”
Afraid of being rejected, he hurriedly added, “You’ve got a fever right now and you don’t look well. Some porridge would be good for your body.”
Qiao Nan stood rooted to the spot, stunned by the words. After a moment, he slowly turned his head to look at the comically dressed middle-aged man beside him. Every trace of nervousness on the man’s face was captured clearly in his eyes. For an instant, Qiao Nan felt like he couldn’t breathe.
Mu Xiangxiang, however, didn’t think anything was strange at all. She nodded naturally. “Sure.”
Qiao Yuanshan was the one who froze this time. Then delight spread across his face and he nodded repeatedly. “Ah, good, good. Then hurry and take your friend upstairs to the room. Your illness isn’t better yet—don’t wander around and catch another chill.”
Mu Xiangxiang felt that Father Qiao seemed especially affectionate and enthusiastic today. At first she was a little suspicious, but then she remembered how Father Mu and Mother Mu practically wanted to hold her in their mouths whenever she got sick, and suddenly it all seemed understandable.
When they reached the stairs, they ran into the eldest son of the Qiao family standing there. The two young people both paused.
Qiao Nan still hadn’t recovered from the complicated emotions stirred up by his bizarrely unfamiliar father when he saw his older brother, Qiao Rui, looking toward him and Mu Xiangxiang with a faint frown.
He remembered that the two brothers hadn’t had a peaceful conversation in at least three years. The other man still looked exactly the same as ever—cold and intimidating.
Qiao Nan couldn’t quite describe how he felt. He looked away and sneered inwardly. At least the world hadn’t completely gone insane. Here stood one normal person.
The next second, that “normal person,” still frowning, slowly walked down the stairs and casually shook out his arm—
A light jacket fluttered down over Mu Xiangxiang’s shoulders.
“You’ve got a fever and you’re still running around in pajamas without any sense of caution. Hurry back inside.” The young man’s voice was low and stern, but his gaze carried a trace more gentleness than usual. His eyes slid lightly away from his younger brother and landed on the dumbfounded girl standing behind him.
Short hair, pale skin, high nose bridge—pretty good-looking, though she seemed a little silly.
For some reason, Qiao Rui felt an inexplicable fondness toward this girl. The corner of his mouth lifted in the faintest smile. His gaze moved back and forth between his younger brother and the girl several times before he raised a hand— Smack.
He planted it on top of his younger brother’s head and rubbed it around.
Then flicked the girl lightly on the forehead.
Little brats. Barely old enough and already learning how to fall in love early.
Quite capable indeed.
*****
Only after the bedroom door closed did Mu Xiangxiang finally relax her tense nerves. Letting out a breath, she forced her foggy mind to review the way she and Qiao Nan had handled things just now. “…There probably shouldn’t be any problems.”
The moment she turned around, she met Qiao Nan’s eyes—so complicated that she couldn’t even begin to decipher them.
Mu Xiangxiang: ??
Qiao Nan paused for a moment before looking away. He tossed the bag of medicine onto the bench at the foot of the bed. “Get back into bed.”
Mu Xiangxiang kicked off her slippers and burrowed under the blankets. Once the tension drained from her body, exhaustion quietly crept in. Qiao Nan sat at her bedside looking as though he wanted to say something, yet after a long silence he merely reached out and touched her forehead.
The fleeting warmth of his fingers lingered on her skin. Mu Xiangxiang hesitated, recalling what he’d said on the phone earlier. “…Sorry about that.”
Qiao Nan had been lost in thought. Hearing this, he glanced sideways at her. “Hm?”
“Your body,” Mu Xiangxiang explained. “I really haven’t been taking very good care of it.”
Qiao Nan let out a mocking laugh and smacked her forehead lightly. “Are you stupid?”
Then after a pause, he asked slowly, “Let me ask you something. You and… my dad and my brother these past few days—how’ve things been?”
Of course Mu Xiangxiang couldn’t understand the chaos of emotions inside him. She thought carefully for a while before honestly answering, “Pretty okay, I guess. Your family feels kind of similar to mine. Your dad and brother don’t seem to talk much, so we haven’t interacted a lot either. Mostly we just chat a little when I make breakfast and they come eat.”
At that point, she noticed Qiao Nan wearing an expression like he was enduring something painful, so she stopped. “What’s wrong?”
Qiao Nan: “…Nothing. Keep going.”
But there really wasn’t much more to say. Mu Xiangxiang thought for a moment, then brought up how she had “borrowed flowers to offer Buddha” by giving the leather jacket to Father Qiao.
Qiao Nan fell silent for a while. “…You didn’t throw away that jacket?”
Mu Xiangxiang stared at him in disbelief. That jacket cost fifty-eight thousand eight hundred yuan, brother!
After hesitating briefly, she asked, “Was giving the jacket to your dad… some kind of problem?”
Qiao Nan didn’t even know how to answer. In truth, he didn’t even know what he himself was thinking anymore. Recalling the drastic change in his father back in the living room—so different from before it was almost unbelievable—his heart filled with tangled emotions. But somehow… none of them felt negative.
After a long while, he shook his head. “No.”
Mu Xiangxiang relaxed slightly. Based on his reaction, she mentally reviewed all her interactions with the Qiao family lately and reached a logical conclusion—Apparently she hadn’t messed anything up.
“Oh right.” She suddenly remembered something else. “Your brother keeps sneaking into the room in the middle of the night. Last night I was drunk and accidentally let slip about what happened between you and Guan Ziming. Sorry about that.”
This time Qiao Nan reacted much more strongly. Unlike all his previous silences, he immediately jerked his head up.
Thinking he was angry, Mu Xiangxiang hurried to explain, “Sorry, sorry, I really didn’t mean to! And your brother said he and your dad already knew—”
Qiao Nan’s voice overlapped with hers. “My brother keeps sneaking into your room in the middle of the night?!”
He heavily emphasized the words ‘keeps sneaking.’ “What’s he going in there for?!”
Mu Xiangxiang fell silent for a moment before answering uncertainly, “…Usually to pull my hair…”
Qiao Nan: “……………………”
He rubbed his forehead, instinctively remembering a great many things. For example, how after every argument with his older brother in the past, he would almost always wake up in the middle of the night from a sharp pain…
“…” This time he paused even longer before speaking again. “…You said my dad and brother already knew what?”
Mu Xiangxiang replied, “That the person who drove into Guan Ziming wasn’t you.”
She felt that Qiao Nan had been acting strangely all day. Maybe, like her, he was missing his family too much. Ever since entering the room, he’d been drifting in and out of absent-mindedness. And now he was spacing out again, staring into nothing.
The expression on his face was so complicated it looked as though he might burst into tears at any moment.
But in the end, Qiao Nan didn’t cry. He leaned against the bedpost with his eyes closed for a long time, then gradually returned to normal under Mu Xiangxiang’s worried gaze.
The two looked at each other.
Mu Xiangxiang cautiously asked, “That’s probably everything. I didn’t cause you any trouble, right?”
The room stayed quiet for a long while.
Finally, Qiao Nan reached out and rubbed her hair, answering lightly, “No.”
****
The strange-smelling porridge cooked by Father Qiao drifted into the room, waking Mu Xiangxiang, who had begun to grow drowsy again after their conversation.
She stared in shock at the clay pot placed on the bedside table. “What is this?”
Qiao Yuanshan set down the oven mitts and answered matter-of-factly, “Porridge! I fried the rice with ginger first before boiling it. I thought the flavor might be too plain, so I added some minced meat, vegetables, and diced mushrooms.”
As he spoke, he asked Luo Meisheng for bowls and spoons. “The internet said this works wonders for colds caused by chills. I made extra since the weather’s getting cold lately. Everyone can have some.”
Mu Xiangxiang stared in disbelief at the thick, gluey substance in her bowl. Was that dark red? Or brown?
Among the burst-open grains of rice, traces of meat could barely be seen. The vegetables had probably been added too early and were now stewed into a dark yellow mush. The mushroom pieces looked comparatively normal, except their sizes varied wildly—the smallest were about the size of minced meat, while the biggest were larger than fingernails.
The smell growing from the clay pot became even stronger.
Not exactly awful… but definitely not appetizing either.
To be fair, Mu Xiangxiang really wasn’t picky about food. Though she loved tasty things, when she couldn’t satisfy her palate she didn’t care much what she ate to fill her stomach. But this bowl of porridge really was…
She looked up. Qiao Yuanshan stood beside the bed looking a little awkward, shooting her hopeful glances while unconsciously rubbing his right hand with his left thumb.
A patch of skin there was red—apparently a burn.
Mu Xiangxiang lowered her eyes again, stirred the porridge with a spoon, and took a small sip.
Somehow, despite containing meat and mushrooms, the porridge also tasted sweet from brown sugar.
Mu Xiangxiang fell silent, hesitating over whether to betray her conscience and compliment it anyway. Before she could decide, Luo Meisheng—who had also tasted the porridge—blurted out honestly, “This is way too awful!”
The atmosphere in the room instantly froze. Qiao Yuanshan’s mouth twitched, and a deeply wounded expression appeared on his face. Then, in the next second, a low voice sounded:
“It’s fine. Not bad, actually. The mushroom flavor is pretty light.”
Qiao Yuanshan froze and looked toward his eldest son. Qiao Rui held the bowl expressionlessly and looked away.
Mu Xiangxiang was still marveling at how abnormal the eldest brother Qiao’s taste buds truly were when, the next moment, Qiao Nan—sitting at the edge of the bed—casually chimed in: “Yeah, it’s actually pretty good.”
Qiao Yuanshan immediately looked touched by the support and turned toward his younger son on the bed.
Mu Xiangxiang met Qiao Nan’s raised eyebrow.
Her conscience trembled slightly. “Y-yeah.”
Luo Meisheng descended into self-doubt. ????????
***
Receiving such positive feedback from his first-ever attempt at cooking made Qiao Yuanshan ridiculously happy. Especially toward the girl who had personally come to deliver medicine to his son—he suddenly felt overwhelming affection for her.
For some reason, he had liked her from the very first glance. So after his younger son finished the porridge and drifted back to sleep, he grabbed the girl who was trying to leave and kept chatting with her for a very long time.
Every parent probably feels proud of their children. After hearing from her how heroic and impressive his younger son was at school and among friends, Qiao Yuanshan grinned so widely his mouth nearly split open. He immediately brought out photo albums from his room and started showing them off to her.
“This one was right after he turned one. That brat was so smart—he spoke so fluently at just one year old.”
“This one’s from when he was three. Cute in his kindergarten uniform, right?”
“This one’s from when he was four, taking his piano certification exam. Multi-talented, huh?”
“Wow, whichever girl ends up liking this brat in the future definitely won’t lose out!”
As he spoke, Qiao Yuanshan kept giving meaningful looks to the girl seriously flipping through the album. In all these years, this was the first time he’d seen his son so close to a girl. Looks like the age of first love had finally arrived.
Of course Qiao Nan could tell what all those words implied. He didn’t deny it. He simply stared quietly at the photographs, his gaze unusually focused.
Behind every photo of him and Qiao Rui were neat handwritten notes in strong pen strokes: Year XX, Month XX, Day XX, taken at such-and-such place, how old Eldest Treasure and Second Treasure were, and what they were doing.
He had never known his father had kept all these things.
Only after a very long time did Qiao Nan bring up leaving again. By then, it was already close to evening.
Qiao Yuanshan still looked reluctant to part, though he sensibly didn’t cling to the younger generation too much. He told Luo Meisheng to prepare gifts while insisting on personally walking Qiao Nan downstairs, then went back inside to put on a coat.
The moment he came back out, Qiao Nan recognized the leather jacket immediately. It had only been bought recently, yet already showed clear signs of wear.
Qiao Yuanshan noticed his gaze and immediately looked proud. “Looks good, right? Nannan bought this for me too. Don’t let that brat fool you—he’s actually very thoughtful.”
A sudden ache welled up in Qiao Nan’s chest, leaving him speechless. After a moment of silence, he turned his eyes away and finally nodded. “Looks good.”
That made Qiao Yuanshan like this supportive girl even more. He insisted on escorting her all the way to the entrance of the residential complex before reluctantly waving goodbye. As he watched the girl’s departing figure, he inexplicably felt a little empty inside.
Really now… Nannan sure has good taste.
***
Qiao Nan spent the whole walk back in a daze. Spending more than ten minutes together with Qiao Yuanshan without breaking into an argument—this was the first time it had happened since his mother died.
The bag in his hand contained tea leaves and wine, treasured collections Qiao Yuanshan had kept for years. Yet today he’d given them away so casually. Was he really in such a good mood?
Still, that old man looked unbelievably stupid in an apron.
And the porridge had tasted terrible.
The way he’d animatedly flipped through the photo album lacked all dignity. No idea why the people at his company were so terrified of him.
And yet… Qiao Nan had actually liked it.
Tch.
Could it be that switching into an idiot’s body also turned your soul into an idiot?
Qiao Nan looked at the crimson clouds on the horizon. The moment he realized he was actually in a pretty good mood, he immediately clicked his tongue in disgust at himself. But the corner of his mouth honestly curled upward anyway.
The Qiao family’s residential area was separated from the urban village by a park. Walking around the perimeter would take a little longer, so after checking the time, Qiao Nan decided to take a shortcut.
He turned into the narrow path beside the park. This was a hidden spot he’d discovered back when he used to race recklessly through streets and alleys, and later he often brought Yan Zhiyang and the others here to mess around.
Usually there was nobody here. But unusually enough, before he had gone far, he suddenly heard noisy shouting and hurried footsteps ahead. Then, without warning, two figures sprinted across the intersection in front of him.
A man and a woman.
The guy was about five foot seven, with gray hair and ripped jeans exposing most of his legs.
Qiao Nan raised an eyebrow high.
***
Blood streamed down from Mu Song’s forehead. He wiped it away casually, the streak of red making his delicate features look especially sharp. Leaning against the wall, he coldly shot a glance at the girl beside him, who had cried the entire way there. “You fucking had a boyfriend and didn’t say so earlier?”
The girl was still sobbing. Irritated, he looked away and ran a hand through his hair with a click of his tongue.
This time things were probably bad. He was alone and trapped here. There wasn’t enough time to call his brothers over, while the other side had more than a dozen people.
He let out a cold laugh.
No avoiding a fight. Fortunately, situations like this weren’t exactly rare for him. If he could win, he’d fight. If not, at worst he’d get beaten up. Afterward he could buy some medicine somewhere and settle the score later.
Then he sensed something and turned his head. His expression instantly froze.
A short-haired girl stood not far away holding a bag. Her calm gaze swept across him, then landed on the crying girl beside him. For a split second, the expression on her face seemed… amused?
Mu Song snapped out of his daze. “Sis!”
For the first time, panic appeared on his face. “What are you doing here?! Hurry up and leave!”
Qiao Nan’s eyes fell on the blood covering the kid’s head. He thought to himself that if that idiot Mu Xiangxiang saw this, she’d probably be scared to death. He asked lightly, “You’re hurt?”
“Why the hell do you care so much?!” The chaotic footsteps rapidly drew closer in the short span of their exchange. Mu Song finally panicked. He stepped forward, grabbed his sister’s arm, and looked around desperately for somewhere to hide her.
But it was too late. A mocking laugh came from behind them. “Two chicks? Mu Song, you’ve got some skills.”
Mu Song froze for a moment before stepping in front of his sister, his expression turning icy. “Qiu Guang, I’m the one who hooked up with your girl. Don’t drag unrelated people into this.”
The leader opposite sneered and slowly approached with his group. Mu Song clenched his teeth, hunching slightly as his gaze grew savage. If he’d known his sister would take this route, he would’ve fought to the death to keep these bastards occupied at the previous spot.
Fucking rotten luck.
Behind him came the girl’s soft chuckle. “So you cuckolded someone. Pretty impressive, kid.”
The approaching leader’s expression changed instantly at those words. Mu Song was practically losing his mind. Without even turning around, he barked: “Shut up!”
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Qiu Guang and his gang were definitely not the kind to go easy on girls.
What the hell was he supposed to do now?!
If he were alone, getting beaten up was whatever. But why the fuck was Mu Xiangxiang here?!
He was afraid of holding back because of her, yet even more afraid he wouldn’t be able to protect her. For a moment he didn’t dare attack at all. He could only stand there letting the opponents stroll closer while spewing threats, his mind racing for some way to safely get his sister out of here.
His sister was nothing like him. Ever since childhood she’d been the rule-following model student type. Weak enough she probably couldn’t even truss a chicken, let alone fight. He doubted she’d ever even cursed before in her life. Even if it killed him, he couldn’t let anyone—
Bang.
A dull thud sounded.
Mu Song still wore that furious, vicious expression, but his eyes stared blankly as the opponent who had been sneering just a second ago collapsed to the ground.
The sister he’d been protecting behind him was holding a stick from who-knew-where. Her movements were unbelievably nimble as she leapt into the crowd. Her arm swung viciously— Then, in Mu Song’s stunned gaze, she tilted her head slightly and shouted:
“Fuck, are you an idiot? Why the hell are you still standing there? Get in there already!”
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