However, Ye Ranran quickly dodged, rolling off the bed and unsteadily leaning against the corner of the wall.
Mars's eyes instantly emitted a murderous aura, "Do you have a marriage agreement with the Ming Family?"
The ring belongs to the Ming Family, and no one in this sea area is unaware of it.
"Yes." Ye Ranran nodded, forcibly squeezing out a few touches of bashfulness on her face, recognizing that Mars was furious because he feared the Ming Family.
Since that's the case, she'll temporarily use this marriage agreement with Ming Shu to suppress him.
"This time, I came to Suez to marry him, so... could you please send me back?"
"Humph!" Mars snorted coldly, raising his large hand and slamming it heavily onto the table next to Ye Ranran.
Immediately, the solid wooden tabletop cracked, the brown table legs broke, and European-style teacups rolled all over the floor, making a crisp sound, piercingly sharp.
Mars's face darkened like ink, his pale green eyes blazing.