Xu Qing had a worried expression. "Little Hui, can we not fight?" She couldn't understand. When Zhuo Wuyou had become so prideful?
Qiao Yanhui's expression was cold. "No." Zhuo Wuyou wanted Xu Qing, so how could he give up?
"I'll handle this matter properly." Qiao Yanhui kissed Xu Qing's furrowed brows.
Xu Qing was a little helpless, since there was nothing she could do when it came to wars. She only hoped that Qiao Yanhui could handle it well. If a war started, people would be injured. "You have to protect yourself." Xu Qing was a little worried. After all, Qiao Yanhui was still poisoned, so she was worried about Qiao Yanhui going out to fight.
"Father, go fight. I want to go too." Yuan'er suddenly barged in and said seriously.
"Yuan'er, don't mess around. That's the battlefield!" Xu Qing immediately objected. How could a child participate?
