"They said that because I attacked Qiao Ni so cruelly, they will expunge me from the Qiao Clan's genealogical record!"
"It's not like I care!" Qiao Mu stubbornly blurted out with reddened eyes. "I'm having my dad establish his own clan and erect his own ancestral hall! Hereafter, I will be the Qiao Clan's genuine eldest miss. What do you think, Lian?"
Qiao Mu had buried her face in his chest, so her voice was naturally muffled.
"It's good!"
A ruthless glint flitted across Mo Lian's eyes, and when he looked up at Qiao Dongbo and company, he shouted, "Where are the crown prince's personal guards!"
As Qiao Mu leaned against him, she hugged his waist and snuggled her small head into his chest. She could distinctly sense the man's breathing getting labored, due to the fact that his blood, ignited by his rage, flared up by degrees.
