Mu Jin: "..."

This hand is his; how could he not care?

The three people walking behind saw this scene clearly, and each of them had a fierce internal drama playing out in their minds.

Ye Mingshi: "There's a hint of awkwardness in this tenderness. Jin Er can actually be so innocent?"

Tan Zheng: "Damn it, I'm going blind. Where is Jin Er's killer aura?"

Gu Zeyi: "These guys are a bit redundant."

Arriving at a circle, Mu Jin walked straight ahead. The person standing in front turned around, glanced at her, and then exclaimed in surprise, "Second Master? Please..."

As they spoke, they consciously made way for each other, and several other people nearby did the same.

Mu Jin, holding the cat's hand, easily stood at the front.

Ye Mingshi and the other two followed.

"Hehehe, what a coincidence, Second Master is also interested in the things here?" A woman across from him covered her mouth and laughed.

Cat took a look and recognized her as one of the women she had seen earlier. She was wearing a cheongsam, which perfectly showcased her curvaceous figure.

Mu Jin merely raised her eyelids slightly, glancing at the woman as if to say hello, without uttering a single extra word.

The woman took a deep look at the tightly clasped hands of Maomao and Mujin. When she looked at Maomao, Maomao smiled at her.

The woman paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow.

Cat looked away, thinking to herself, did she think she couldn't see through this woman's seductive tactics? Although it might be a matter of professional habit, these women had better be more discreet. If they really set their sights on Ah Jin, she wouldn't allow it!