Nan Xian looked at Mu Ling. It seemed that he was plotting against him.
Diarrhea for a month?
No, it was too light a punishment!
What about poisoning him? The pain of his organs eroding?
That was not enough either. He had only said the wrong things.
What about robbing him of the ability to talk? Turn him mute until he could no longer be so fierce toward Qing'er?
It was still not enough.
Oh, that was right. What about some poisonous ulcers in his mouth?
That seemed to be alright.
Gu Yiyi picked up a teacup and threw it at Mu Ling in a swift movement.
Mu Ling felt its presence before it hit him. He moved to the side and dodged the teacup.
Gu Shi was still sipping his tea quietly while watching his daughter's action. He was smiling happily and he did not have any intention to stop his daughter.
"Manor Master, what is the meaning of that? What does Young Lady Gu want?"
