"Aren't you just a homeless cur right now? What's the difference?"
Musheng intentionally provoked her, and sure enough, this sentence turned Mu Luo's face utterly hideous. He even seemed to grip the wheelchair fanatically, his fingers scraping pale marks on it, but in the end, it seemed like he remembered something and held back, instead laughing like a madman.
"You provoke me like this? Are you truly not afraid that I'll detonate the bomb right away?" As he spoke, his gaze drifted to Musheng's belly: "It seems that even the child won't make you fear. You don't consider for yourself, nor for your child?"
"Would it be of any use to consider? Would you let me go?"
Musheng's face remained unflustered, his expression serene: "If anything happens today, it will only prove that I'm not so fortunate, in this life or the last."
