Nalan Jing's face suddenly turned dark, angrily twitching his mouth, and his purple eyes immediately became gloomy, as if brewing a storm.
Mu Xueling fearlessly met his gaze, her big eyes unblinkingly stared at him, then defiantly hugged Mu Qianyue's neck tightly, "Hmph! That old man might fear you, but I don't!"
Of course, she was referring to Mu Yifeng.
Seeing these two with a look ready to square off, Mu Qianyue rubbed her forehead in frustration. Jing is jealous and doesn't like others getting close to him. Little Ling seems to have strong possessiveness too, not inferior to Jing.
"You two are not allowed to argue or fight, otherwise I will throw you down."
Once she spoke, their gazes simultaneously turned to her, eyes filled with grievance and sulkiness.
