Old Madam Wu would often clash with Wufu, which always left her infuriated. She wanted to hold her great-grandchild, but not at the cost of being angered to death by this cunning and sharp-tongued girl.
Thus, she stopped hoping that her son could coax Madam Zhou into returning with that damned girl, and instead directly asked what would satisfy all parties.
"Are you talking about the marriage certificate?" Wufu flipped her palm and revealed a yellowed piece of paper.
Wu Lihong's eyes widened, and without thinking, he lunged forward to snatch it. It was this damned marriage certificate that constrained him.
Swish!
Mo Lan took two steps forward and blocked Wu Lihong's path, gripping the sword sheath in one hand and drawing half the blade with the other, scaring everyone present into a pale countenance.
"What, what do you want to do? Are you planning to kill?" Old Madam Wu exclaimed with a cold sweat on her back, stuttering.
