"It's not me who is wrong, but this world!" Mutou Yi Lin's voice wasn't loud.
But it penetrated strongly.
That moderate voice reached everyone's ears.
Although he was smiling as he said this, his smile looked just like a child's.
But in the next second,
except for Yi Lin, who was mentally prepared for the current situation, everyone else couldn't help feeling a chill run down their spine.
Just because,
when Mutou Yi Lin said this,
his voice changed.
It grew more childish, more sweet.
In the man's deep voice, there mingled another innocent, childish female voice.
Originally, these two kinds of voices, heard separately, would be fine.
But forcibly mixed together, there arose a problem.
...Is he a man or a woman?
At the moment,
no one had the time to ponder such philosophical questions about gender.
Because,
