"Little girl, you might be young, but your guts aren't small," the woman sneered. "Don't you know? Many people end up dying because they run their mouths off."
"Like you?" Qiao Mu crossed her arms across her chest and seemingly stood in front of the woman carelessly, but in actuality, she was completely on guard from head to toe.
The woman flew into a rage, and her sandalwood fan suddenly transformed into a sharp weapon, slapping toward Qiao Mu's mouth with a whoosh.
From the looks of it, this woman was fairly angry at Qiao Mu's offensively insulting mouth. Her brutal attack intended to shatter her mouth as well as knock out her tiny pearly teeth.
However, Qiao Mu was already prepared. Seeing the woman wave her hand, she nimbly dodged to the side. Her figure was very dainty, and her person was also very lithe.
The direction she dodged toward just happened to be where a burly man was standing.
