"Muli, you." Old Master Xiao never expected to hear such words from his grandson's mouth, "Why would you want power? You." He looked at his grandson, whose face was serious, and was at a loss for words for a moment, his mouth opening and closing, but no words came out.
"I want power, I want the ability to protect Xiao Xin. I hope to one day become the man who can stand by Xiao Xin's side." Situ Xin's excellence had always been noted by Xiao Muli. And in recent years, as Situ Xin grew increasingly beautiful and attractive, Xiao Muli's worries intensified.
Although Xiao Muli's status in Capital City meant that he could pretty much do as he pleased, deep down he was not satisfied with his current situation. He felt that he was utterly unqualified to stand by Situ Xin's side, to protect her, to love her. Therefore, he needed to become stronger.
