In an instant, Lin Mubai felt a strong urge to strangle this woman.
"Shen Mengqi, shut your mouth. Don't think that just because you're An Nan's sister, I can't do anything about you." After speaking, his gaze fell on the person in the other's arms, with a clear warning in his eyes.
Unfortunately, his plan was wrong this time, and terribly wrong at that.
The other person followed her gaze, mimicking him by raising an eyebrow slightly, and said with indifference, "Are you planning to exile this bastard to Africa? I'd be more than grateful for that. Please, do hurry up."
Instantly, Lin Mubai's face almost turned black with anger. This woman was truly difficult and impervious to any influence.
He did have such thoughts, but even if he tossed Han Xiayang to Africa, this woman wouldn't be the least bit sad and might even buy some fireworks to celebrate.
Not able to out-talk the other or suppress her aura, Lin Mubai went berserk the next moment.
