Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper that still carried to every ear in the room.
"A man doesn't guard a niece like that, brothers. He guards his woman like that."
Inwardly, jealousy coiled bitter and tight in her chest. Zhou Yuxi, close to Third Master Mu, a man who was not only powerful beyond measure but devastatingly attractive. A bachelor in his prime: beautiful features, perfectly muscled physique, mature and commanding. He was a prize most women in the city would kill for.
And somehow, Zhou Yuxi had his undivided attention.
Boyuan's head snapped up sharply, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "Jishu. That's enough." His voice was low, warning. "Don't spout filth that can't be taken back. You should know that walls have ears. And in this hospital, those ears report directly to Mu Yunchen."
