Quan Jingwu did not immediately respond to him, instead he looked at Jian Qing.
Quan Mingxuan, "..."
Is this necessary?
My wife is right here, where could she possibly escape to?
Jian Qing, who was chatting with Rhee, felt a gaze on her. She looked up and met the man's dazzling violet eyes.
"Yes?"
"Sister-in-law, I need to borrow your husband for a bit." Quan Mingxuan glanced in Song Xirou's direction and said before Quan Jingwu could speak.
His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. Song Xirou's hand, which was resting on her knee, fiercely clenched her skirt, concealing the malicious glint in her eyes.
Jian Qing, "..."
I feel like hitting someone. How should I do it?
"Jingwu, we're not going to kidnap your wife, you don't have to keep a watch on her," Rhee playfully teased.
No matter what, she only considered Jian Qing as her daughter-in-law; she wouldn't entertain the idea of anyone else.
