City Lord's Wife, Song Xi'Er, sounded a little better, but she was still dissatisfied as she said, "Xue'Er, what we want to see is your beloved, not just a shield."
Xiao Ye's mouth twitched, *Was it going to end before it even started?*
*But then again, he and Mu Qingxue had only known each other for a few days, not even a week. Anyone with half a brain could tell—he'd just been brought here as a human shield!*
Although the truth had been revealed, Mu Qingxue wasn't flustered at all. *She'd already expected this reaction from Mu Cheng and Song Xi'Er.*
Confidence glimmered in Mu Qingxue's beautiful eyes. She put her hand, the one she was holding with Xiao Ye under the table, on top of the table, gripping his tightly, and said,
"You're both wrong, Xiao Ye isn't a shield, he's my beloved!"
Mu Cheng snorted, "Holding hands isn't anything special."
"Don't rush." Mu Qingxue opened a tablet, activated a virtual projection, and cast image after image into the air.
