General Jia's face was swollen black and blue, and he looked highly displeased.
He was flaring his nostrils as he glared at Qiao Mu. He was so angry that he could not speak.
"General Jia is angry."
"Will the little stoic lose out?"
"Lose out? Are you kidding me!"
"Did you see the little stoic lose out this whole time?"
Everyone: …
That was indeed the case!
They only saw this stoic face very amazingly throw someone out of the room. They really didn't see her lose out!
Young Sir Songfeng gazed speechlessly at General Jia and cleared his throat. "General Jia, what are you doing right now?"
General Jia glared angrily and yelled while pointing at Qiao Mu, "She, she, this little lass, why can she be entertained by my Fanmeng and Fanyou? Wuah! This general is so angry!"
