After a round of scolding, Li Muqiu's body suddenly stiffened without warning, her face clouded, daring to be angry but not to speak.
The fiery discomfort gradually and slowly spread throughout her body.
If it were anyone else daring not to give her, Li Muqiu, face, she might have snapped back a few words or even slapped them a few times.
However, she had a natural awe for Han Long.
Instinctively afraid of this man who once wielded power in the local scene of Hangcheng City.
Initially, Li Muqiu thought their relationship had somewhat warmed up; after all, Han Long had brought up her marriage to Han Feng.
At least, when she served tea to this soon-to-be father-in-law, he didn't avoid it or show disdain but accepted it openly.
Everything seemed to be moving in a good direction.
Thus, Li Muqiu felt a lot more at ease and even planned to have a pleasant chat with Han Long to continue leaving a good impression.
Now?
