"Of course!" Mu Liang looked at her with an annoyed expression.
Qiao Xia couldn't articulate her feelings. After her near-death experience, someone told her right away how to protect herself, that she could act without restraint. All she had to do was mention her powerful backer, and the world was hers to torment as she pleased.
Mu Liang sat down beside her, and as Qiao Xia looked at him, she thought he was really handsome. Not very good at expressing himself, though. After all that talk, he was just trying to show he cared about her—a simple sentiment, but he had to express it in such a roundabout way.
Even narcissistically claiming his IQ was beyond her reach.
"Have you been hit on the head or what?" Mu Liang was furious, more agitated than ever. "If there's a next time, I won't need anyone else to strike; I'll turn you into a fool myself—much easier to deal with!"
