Mu Shaojing's lips curled into a wicked smile as he looked at Yu Lingqian, not only refusing to let go but instead pinching Mu Anran's face with both hands, "You want me to let go just because you say so? Wouldn't that make me lose face?"
"Mu Shaojing, I guess you're looking for death." Yu Lingqian's eyes turned cold, and he rushed forward.
Just as the two men were about to clash, Mu Anran hurriedly stood up: "Yu Lingqian, what are you doing!"
As soon as Yu Lingqian saw Mu Anran's expression change, the oppressive atmosphere around him instantly subsided.
He frowned and walked over to Mu Anran's side, "Don't be angry, okay?"
Mu Anran pouted and wrapped her arm around Mu Shaojing's, "He's my brother, and you should call him brother too. You're not allowed to scowl like that every time you see him!"
Yu Lingqian was completely dumbfounded, rendered speechless by his own wife's words.
Because Yu Lingqian was nearby, Mu Shaojing didn't say anything further to Mu Anran.
