When Chu Le'er said that, everyone was startled.
Everyone's eyes, as though bright headlights, turned to this little miss in red who shone like a brilliant pearl and was as beautiful as jade. Hmm, actually she wasn't that little anymore; the current Mo Qingwu was taller than Chu Le'er by a whole head. She stood slender and tall and already had the makings of a peerless beauty.
The so-called 'makings' was, hmm, because… she had already grown into one but was still lacking something.
Yang Ruolan looked at Mo Qingwu, her mouth becoming bigger and bigger bit by bit.
She turned to her son slowly and stared at him, her gaze fixated.
She recalled what her son's words back when the two families had wanted to arrange a marriage for him —"I already have a lover. She's Ning Tianya and Bu Liuqing's disciple…"
Yang Ruolan staggered.
