If the defensive barrier were to be breached by an external force, Ming Asi would be the first to bear the brunt of it.
A cluster of violet flames hurtled toward Ming Asi's head without warning.
In the very instant Ming Asi evaded the flames, a shadowy figure moved with lightning speed and arrived at Qiao Mu's side.
Mo Lian's phoenix eyes darkened as he enveloped his Qiaoqiao in his arms, taking several steps backward with her.
"I'm afraid I'll have to entirely disillusion you." Mo Lian's frigid gaze settled on Ming Asi. "No matter how fervently you contest this, all your efforts are in vain."
"Qiaoqiao is my wife. This fact remains unalterable."
Qiao Mu unconsciously patted Mo Lian's chest with her petite hand. When she shifted her gaze to Ming Asi, traces of annoyance flickered in her eyes.
This is giving me a headache!
She hadn't anticipated that Long Chuyun would present her with a marriage contract dating back two decades.
