Short temper

Mo Yao Wang looked back at Li FuJin and seriously said. "You need to help her find the fragment of her soul."  

Li FuJin wanted to ask him more questions but a crackling sound like an ice slowly breaking rang on their ears.  

A sudden drop of temperature spread throughout the garden. Small ice crystals began to form and cover the trees, grass, and flowers as the temperature falls below freezing point.  

They turned their heads to where YuYan was standing. The garden was now completely covered with ice. Her face looked gloomy while her eyes icy-cold.  

Li FuJin: "..."  

Mo Yao Wang: "..." Such temper!  

Mo Yao Wang was stunned but it did not take too long when he suddenly chuckled. "She still has a short temper. She must be worried about you.." He jokingly said.  

He looked back at Li FuJin and said in a serious voice. "You will become her fiancée. We will fix your marriage later on." Mo Yao Wang breathed a heavy sigh.