Qian Yikun's gaze landed on her slender legs and he quickly shifted his gaze away.
This was a very reasonable analysis!
Yet, this analysis came from Mo Fei!
That just made it terrifyingly reasonable!
Therefore, what else was he unaware of about his soon-to-be wife?
He had known Mo Fei for more than ten years, so he probably knew Mo Fei better than she did.
As for whether Mo Fei was a warrior, Qian Yikun was well aware of that as well.
Previously, he had been angered by her lackadaisical attitude so much that he thought that she had forgotten her abilities.
Yet now, he felt like he must reevaluate his perception of Mo Fei.
"So, what are you going to do?" Qian Yikun remained calm.
Mo Fei crossed her legs and placed both hands behind her neck. The car smelled much better now; it smelled like her favorite perfume.
"I'm not trying to do anything," Mo Fei said innocently. "I'm just a good-for-nothing. What can I do?"
