"Xiangyang, you should know, I don't like this. If I catch this happening again, I'll take their lives!"
Wen Xiangyang noticed that Mu Lingqian was acting much stranger today than usual.
In the past, Mu Lingqian would get angry, but never like this—never with a look so fierce it seemed like he could swallow her whole.
This man, most of the time, seemed normal. But whenever it involved her and any other man, even if nothing had actually happened, his temper could spiral into rage, and even madness.
Wen Xiangyang didn't reply. Instead, she stretched out her arms and embraced Mu Lingqian.
Her sudden hug made Mu Lingqian's body stiffen for a moment.
"Mu Lingqian, do you really think there's anyone else in this world I could possibly care about besides you?" Wen Xiangyang smiled and said, "If one day I truly ran off with another man, that would mean I've completely lost my mind."