You sure Second Aunt-Master won't be beating you to death?
"What are you worrying so much for." Mo Lian hugged his wifey and urged, "Might as well go today. Let's set out."
You, this impulsive temper of yours was too… hilarious.
Qiao Mu looked at her dear hubby in exasperation. "Hubby."
She looked at him in earnest and pulled down his neck with her petite arms. "No matter what Second Aunt-Master says, it doesn't change the fact that we are husband and wife. What are you being anxious for?"
Yang Xirong just happened to hear this when she walked over, and her teeth ached from indignation.
Even though Mo Lian that brat was rather satisfactory in all aspects, in Yang Xirong's eyes, that brat was only considered passable.
Harrumph!
If not for the fact that her martial niece liked him, countless Mo Lians stacked together still would not be a match for her Qiaoqiao.
