Zhang Xulin's expression darkened instantly. Her voice rose, sharp and furious.
"Would you think someone is being naughty if they pointed a gun at your face?"
Su Mo didn't even blink. He answered calmly, with a confident tone.
"What else? Guns don't hurt me."
"You—!"
Zhang Xulin pointed a finger at him, her chest heaving as anger surged through her. For a moment, it looked like she might actually explode.
Before that could happen, Yang Qingxi stepped forward decisively, placing herself between them.
"Alright, Sister Xulin. Calm down," she said firmly. Then she turned to Su Mo, her gaze sharp. "And you—make those archer fish behave. Even if they're restless and want to play, find something else for them to do. Stop scaring away the maids."
"Finee~"
Su Mo stretched lazily as he spoke, his tone dragging out in clear reluctance. But under Yang Qingxi's piercing glare, he still nodded obediently.
Then he casually gestured toward Yang Zhen.
