"Doesn't my uncle know you've married, and I have wed, we..."
Is it inappropriate to meet again?
And to do such an intimate thing as personal protection!
"He knows, he said... I'm the most suitable."
Mo Qi's tone was heavy, his gaze faintly enveloping Leng Muling.
He dared not disturb her easily, but compared to her safety.
Face, reputation, these things, they mean nothing.
If things come to light, or something goes wrong, let the world scold him alone.
Leng Muling was extremely opposed, she fundamentally didn't want Mo Qi doing such a thing, she even clamored to go back and meet her uncle and ask him not to give such absurd orders.
But Zhuo Junli came to see her himself one night.
Zhuo Junli, in a pure white robe embroidered with cloud patterns, was led by Mo Qi to climb over the wall into the courtyard, his expression extremely excited.
