Mu Xiaoyao could sense Mu Xiaojiu's displeasure, but once he chose this path, he had to stick to it until the end!
"Unless you tell me what exactly you're trying to achieve?"
"Or else?" Mu Xiaojiu raised an eyebrow, his eyes cold and frosty.
"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind making her my woman too!"
"Mu Xiaoyao!"
"You know I mean what I say!" Mu Xiaoyao stared back at him, his face still dripping with sweat, his voice firm and steady.
Between the uncle and nephew, sparks of conflict ignited in an instant.
When nobody spoke, their frosty gazes dipped the room temperature even lower.
"In your eyes, am I just a person, or perhaps, a toy?"
The girl on the bed slowly crawled out of it, suppressing her intense pain, wrapped herself in the quilt, and slowly slipped onto the floor.
She didn't look at them, it was as if she was speaking to thin air.
"Whatever decision you want to make, that's your own business. If you want my body, there's no need to ask my permission, is that it?"
