Jiang Mochuan and Yan Zhaoye clearly understood the significant gap between them and Wen Nanxi, let alone Su Muyao.
At this moment, they could feel Su Muyao's strength was immense and unfathomable.
Su Muyao naturally wouldn't pay attention to others.
She had long forgotten about Jiang Mochuan and Yan Zhaoye.
However, Wen Nanxi seemed to sense something and looked up briefly.
Su Muyao spoke to Wen Nanxi, but upon not hearing his reply, she turned her head and followed his gaze upstairs.
Instantly, she spotted Jiang Mochuan and Yan Zhaoye by the window on the second floor of the teahouse.
A wave of disgust surged in Su Muyao's heart.
The things Jiang Mochuan and Yan Zhaoye did, she hadn't forgotten.
One had arranged for someone to kill her in the Exile Tribe and always presumed feelings from her.
Yan Zhaoye was even more detestable, believing she killed his sister and was determined to seek revenge, having something wrong in his head.
