"You can't risk your body just to get your brother-in-law's approval!"
Qian Jiyun glanced at him indifferently.
He could not bear to look at this ignorant fellow. He wanted to slap him away even more.
Would he have allowed himself to be injured if he could have pulled An Zhiyi away easily?
It was too late by the time he realized what had happened. A few black vines had attacked An Zhiyi at the same time. He slashed three but could not dodge the last one, so he could only use his body to block it.
"No one will think you're mute if you don't speak."
"I…" Fu Ming felt a little indignant, but he had nothing to say.
Second Brother is already injured. I can't say anything to anger him, right?
Forget it. I'll let Second Brother continue his ruse of self-injury. If he can win over An Zhiyi, it'll be considered a great success. What does a little injury matter?
"I'm not talking to you anymore."
