Mo Lian's eyelid jerked, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.
Sure enough, those dozen women really stopped in front of him.
They formed a line and curtsied to Crown Prince Mo, announcing at the same time, "This concubine greets Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Yang Xirong's face turned green from anger. She smacked the table, directly knocking off a corner of the table.
"Who are these people?"
This darn brat. She had just changed her view of him, yet who knew that he was this kind of person!
Yang Xirong had "You're not satisfied with our Qiaoqiao and still have this many women?" written all over her face.
If her gaze could turn into tangible blades, it would have probably stabbed Crown Prince Mo!
Mo Lian suppressed his wrath and looked at the group of women sternly. "Who are you people?"
