Upon hearing the words, Wen Meimei stared blankly at her husband's perfect profile, her heart already a stormy sea.
Previously, she found him handsome because of his faultless appearance; now, she finds him handsome as it's the kind that emanates from his very core—the most primal charm of a man, providing her with endless security.
Qiao King of Hell, you don't need to go to such lengths for me...
But you said it yourself, what other choice do I have?
Wen Meimei had no other choice at all; she secretly held the handgun tightly, looked up at mama, and said: "Mama, I won't go with you, nor will I let you harm my family."
As she spoke, she slowly pressed the small handgun against her own head.
This move made everyone tremble.
Qiao Chengxun instinctively clenched her small hand, "Meimei, don't do this."
Wen Meimei turned her head to look at his handsome face, Wu Ling's eyes shining with mesmerizing light.
