Qin Miaomiao stiffly turned around and saw Lu Qing striding forward, his face as cold as ice, the fury in his eyes practically threatening to blow the roof off!
He yanked her into his arms in one swift motion, his gaze so frigid it could freeze someone solid.
He turned to Mr. Jiu, staring coldly at him with a gaze that felt as sharp as a blade:
"Mr. Jiu."
Mr. Jiu glanced up at him, assessing him briefly. Hmm, not bad-looking—just too icy. Probably wouldn't suit Little Jin'er.
"Let go of her."
Lu Qing froze, his expression darkening further. This was his wife, and he had the audacity to demand he let her go? What kind of joke was that!
"Uh, Lu Qing, you're hurting me."
Lu Qing shot Qin Miaomiao a cold glance. He was furious, practically losing his mind, but forced himself to suppress it. In a frosty tone, he asked:
"You like Liyuan?"
"Huh? Well, yeah, Liyuan is pretty nice."
