He turned to leave, but he suddenly stopped. Yuan Sichun and Ye Zhiqing tensed up again.
Qi Mohan sized up Yuan Sichun's face for a long time. Ye Zhiqing hurriedly covered Yuan Sichun's face with her hand.
"What do you want? Don't try anything funny, or the Yuan family won't let you off!"
Qi Mohan frowned. "Don't worry, your daughter is so ugly. She can't even compare to Xingxing's toenail! Stop dreaming. Which man would be crazy enough to have a toenail?"
"Pfft…"
Song Xiao couldn't help but laugh.
Sometimes, when she was with his young master, not only did she have to get used to his unpredictable and violent nature, but she also had to endure his cold jokes.
Qi Mohan glanced at him. "Is it that funny?"
Song Xiao nodded. "Young Master, I don't think even a lunatic would… touch a toenail."
Qi Mohan raised an eyebrow. "That's true."
Yuan Sichun was about to explode from anger!
