Ji Ziling had just finished speaking when she heard a man's voice tinged with cold mockery from inside, "That's not necessarily true, miss. Just because you can't escape doesn't mean others can't either."
Long Teng's gaze shifted from Ji Ziling and settled on Mu Qian's face, his lips curled with a deeper chill, "Mr. Mu, we meet again."
Mu Qian stopped what he was doing, his eagle-like sharp eyes fixed on Long Teng's face, meeting his up-tilted phoenix eyes; his black pupils emitted a sharp, knife-like light, "Long Teng, put her down."
"Who?"
Long Teng raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling on the woman in his arms, "Is it her?"
Mu Qian suddenly shouted angrily, "Long Teng, she is a mother now, go find someone else."
