This woman, from head to toe, was not her match.
She could barely understand their standard British accent, simply feeling several strands of strangeness within the tense atmosphere. Mu Ming had a stern face, his eyes filled with raging storms, causing her some heart palpitations. The woman before her, however, was not afraid at all.
"Lovelin, if you do this, you will regret it,"
He wasn't furious, merely speaking with a calm voice, enunciating each word, but there was so much viciousness in his tone that it made Mo Yao shrink back, and even Lovelin, known for her courage, stood upright, slightly raising her eyebrows to disguise her unease, "Then we'll see what you can do, Jonathan."
It was her first time seeing Jonathan like this. In front of the family, he, like him, always maintained a perfect facade. This girl…
