Men all have this trait: they always mold themselves to be strong enough and then place the women they want to protect outside the vortex, not letting them be battered by the winds and rain.
With a smile that conveyed understanding, Emperor Quan pulled up his pant leg and sat down on his left. He let out a long sigh, raised his hand to unbutton his suffocating collar, leaned back against the cold wall, and said nonchalantly,
"You're looking for me about something, spit it out."
In fact, Emperor Quan had an inkling.
What else could make Leng Xiao, that wife-obsessed man, talk behind Bao Qi's back if not Quan Shiheng's affairs?
After a pause, Leng Xiao pressed his lips together tightly, turned his head, and his gaze fell on Emperor Quan's injured left arm. He frowned and spoke in his usual icy tone, as cold as frost,
"I heard you nearly got wiped out this time?"
"Can't kill me," Emperor Quan glared back irritatedly.
