"Don't even think about it!"
Lu Qing suddenly appeared like a specter, silent and ghost-like, his piercing gaze fixed on her hand hovering over Qin Miaomiao's belly.
Joanna glanced at Lu Qing. Though her lips curved into a faint smile, it carried an unmistakable chill.
"Young Master Lu, long time no see."
"Take your hand away."
"And if I don't?"
Lu Qing moved in an instant, aiming straight for her slender neck!
Joanna wasn't one to back down. The two quickly tangled in combat—masters clashing, their moves…
Ahem, alright. Qin Miaomiao remained completely unfazed, not sparing them a glance. With three grown-ups at home—Ninth Uncle, Xiao Chen, and Lu Qing—there was endless fighting anyway.
She was already visually exhausted by the spectacle. Casually snatching a handful of sunflower seeds, she started munching away while watching, even pulling Little Sixth and Little Seventh over to join.
