He suddenly stood up, his tall stature overwhelming Qiao An with a massive sense of oppression as he approached her.
The man's handsome face was gloomy, his cold eyes dark and unfathomable as though covered with a thick layer of ink that couldn't be dissolved.
Without rhyme or reason, it gave off an asphyxiating sense of pressure.
Qiao An instinctively took a step back, but Mu Jingxi grabbed her wrist and forcefully yanked her in front of him.
Qiao An lost control of her body, crashing into him. Had she not been on guard, her nose might have collided with his hard chest.
Raising her eyes, her beautiful eyes shimmered with anger as she glared at him, "Mu Jingxi, what the hell are you doing?"
Little Nuomi staggered a couple of steps with Qiao An, nearly bumping into Mu Jingxi's leg. She looked up with her little head and complained in a muffled voice, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
She almost hit her head because of him.
