An Yun said with a big grin, "Don't worry, Sister Qing. I'll keep a close eye on that jerk for you. As long as I have you, his future wife, backing me up, he wouldn't dare get angry at me. As for Song Lin, I'll try to be extra careful since Sister Li is protecting her. I won't provoke her, and I'll do my best to keep the jerk from being alone with her. Hee hee... Now you can relax, right, Sister Qing?" Her beautiful eyes gleamed with mischief, seeming to envision Zhang Ziwen's anguished expression at not being able to touch such a gorgeous woman.
"...Stop it, what do I have to worry about? Don't speak nonsense, making me out to be such a jealous type," Mu Qing retorted, her cheeks flushing. Wasn't she a jealous type, really?
Mu Qing and An Yun chatted for a while. An Yun, gradually feeling drowsy, leaned on Mu Qing's shoulder and soon dozed off, while Mu Qing's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly. She didn't feel sleepy. She seemed to have a lot on her mind...
