"Do you have to impose your own experiences on others?" Mu Ci felt sorry for the girl who was only seventeen or eighteen years old. She was certainly not a saint, but she just couldn't bear to watch it.

"Stop standing here and talking like that. Mu Ci, can you save them?" Liu Jiaqian said, raising the whip and motioning her to go look at the short house where the group of people had been tied up before.

There, there were seven or eight young girls huddled together, ...