Chapter 555 A Murky Mess

• Maybe it was her sweet smile. The guy had been plainly impatient—squeezed in this crowd, short on air, someone asking him questions—so yeah, he was cranky. But when he turned and saw a cute girl and a refined woman whose cool eyes held a chill, his attitude flipped fast. He smiled at them and explained, patient as could be: “I don’t know all the details, but I heard someone died.”
• “Died?” Xiaoyan sucked in a sharp breath, almost jumping out of her skin.
• She glanced at Han Muzu and saw her face didn’t look great either.