She was willing to do anything for him.
Perhaps there wouldn't be another man that she would be so willing to do anything for.
This was destiny.
Xia Moyan controlled his urge to tear that irritating sycamore to pieces. Every possible way of killing a person flashed through his mind, and he had to chant silently to himself to calm down.
"You're really not going back with me?" His tone of voice was menacing.
Xia Ling still replied stubbornly, "No."
Xia Moyan warned. "If you ever face any more problems, don't even think of coming to me."
Many sought help from The Preceptor, and she only needed to say a word and he would come. So many would give all their riches to be able to call him at will, but Xia Ling was not moved.
She gritted her teeth and looked at her brother in the eye. "Okay."
