Mo Qiansu looked up, and when the familiar handsome face came into view, her nose suddenly felt sour, and her eyes heated with emotion.
Seeing Gu Xuanye at this moment, her agitated and restless heart instantly calmed down. This man always had such magic—just with his presence, she felt like she had found refuge in a safe harbor.
Her gaze moved to his arm, and seeing that he wasn't injured, she breathed a sigh of relief.
However, when Gu Zhenhua saw Gu Xuanye suddenly barge in and even shield Mo Qiansu from the vase, he was so infuriated that he almost couldn't catch his breath.
He burst out in anger, "This woman has injured me, and you still dare to protect her! Do you even have me as your grandfather in your eyes?!!"
"Grandfather, you are mistaken, I am not protecting her. I just didn't want you to accidentally kill her and dirty your hands," said Gu Xuanye, with a calm face and a bland tone. But each word pierced through Mo Qiansu with bone-chilling coldness.