Inside the villa, Mu Qingchuan, Lin Yafei, and Mandala were all sitting on the living room sofa. The door to the living room was open, facing the front yard of the villa. The expressions of the three were identical, tinged with coldness and murderous intent, quietly waiting for the uninvited guests to arrive.
"They've come in." Suddenly, Mu Qingchuan sprang up from the sofa, casting his gaze outside the door as he spoke.
"They have indeed come in. Let's go meet them."
Without a second thought, Mandala stood up from the sofa, stepping towards the outside. Her pretty face was already covered in frost, emanating a cold aura.
