Mo Lian glanced at the two people at the entrance with impatience. He looked down at Qiao Mu and explained, "It's those two d*mn dogs Hubby disciplined just earlier. Yet how they dare still come looking for trouble!"
"What are you all still standing there for, go…" The grim-faced young man trailed off, suddenly goggling at Qiao Mu. He yelped, "How is it you!"
Qiao Mu looked at him puzzledly and then sized up the both of them.
No impression of them at all! Had she seen such a third-rate man with ordinary looks before?
"Who are you!" Qiao Mu asked out loud.
Everyone: …
How come they felt that the expression of the young man sitting on the wheelchair had contorted beyond limits when the little stoic asked this question?
"You b*tch, you're afraid to own up to what you did?" Before the grim-faced young man could speak, the young man in the wheelchair had snapped while hitting his armrest.
