Hearing that, Michael Gordon stopped for a moment, gave the two of them a glance, then looked at his own little woman again. The corner of his lips curved into a seemingly amused smile. So this was the situation!
"With his skinny frame, would you even dare to consider him? If he wore those damned virgin-glasses, he'd still be just a little boy. How could you have the nerve to let him fight me?"
Michael Gordon let out a light laugh, glaring at the man across from him who was smiling faintly, and provocatively said, "Aren't you afraid that your husband will be beaten useless, and you'll be left a widow?"
Uh?
Is this man too poisonous or just too narcissistic?
How sure is he that the one to be beaten useless is her husband?
