Yu Siqiao had always been accustomed to smooth sailing.
Few have ever been better than him.
Even if there were, he would never admit it. Instead, he would silently work harder, aiming to make them submit to him in the next competition.
The current sense of crisis was rare.
However, there was only one Princess.
This guy only liked Mo Shu.
In his heart, he had already considered Mo Shu and her two children as his own, so how could he allow others to covet them?
This time, he had to win.
His cold gaze swept over Xuanyuan Yichuan's face, Yu Siqiao narrowed his eyes, filled with a deep warning.
Xuanyuan Yichuan clearly sensed his gaze.
He had already noticed this guard beside Mo Shu.
This guard, young and deeply trusted by Mo Shu, and more importantly, he was very loved by the children.
Because Mo Shu had always been indifferent to everyone, Xuanyuan Yichuan wasn't worried that this guard would cause any trouble.
