The face that was revealed after the veil fell down shocked Qiao Mu.
She stared icily at Sheila Min and did not say anything for a long time.
However, Mo Lian, who was standing next to her, could distinctly sense her tumultuous mood.
"What's wrong." Mo Lian pulled her to his side and encircled her waist. He patted her comfortingly.
"It's you!" Qiao Mu gritted her teeth as she stared at that woman.
The woman hung her head and looked at the ground without a word.
Rather, the Little Despot and company looked at Qiao Mu quizzically.
From the little fellow's tone of voice, it seemed like this woman called Sheila Min was someone she knew?
"Ye Lingmin, I thought that you were long dead. I didn't expect for you to still be living on in degradation." Qiao Mu suddenly raised her palm. Encased in frost, it quickly formed sharp iciles.
