At the bustling street corner with a steady flow of traffic.
Ning Mengyao gazed coldly at the uninvited guest before her.
She had not expected the Gong Family to actually dare to approach her for a confrontation.
And she had not anticipated their shamelessness.
"Life is trivial. If you want it, just take it. As my woman, you can do whatever you want,"
Nangong Haoqin's eyes held a greedy look as they fixed on Ning Mengyao.
In his mind, the image of her with a tantalizing fox tail swaying lingered.
That fatal attraction seemed as if it triggered some predestined causality.
All he wanted was to hold that beautiful figure in his arms.
"I don't need to be your woman to do whatever I want!"
Ning Mengyao was no longer the frail person she had been before.
A hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes, as her right hand's nails grew rapidly longer.
With just a sweep of her hand, a gust of wind struck directly at Nangong Haoqin's heart.
"The woman I fancy is indeed spicy!"