"Knock, knock, knock..."
At this moment, urgent knocking and a man's voice calling out came from outside the door, "Yue'er, Yue'er, are you there?"
Mu Qianyue paused, then a helpless smile tugged at the corners of her mouth—father was back.
She stood up to open the door, but Nalan Jing pulled her back, jealousy flashing in his crystal-like violet eyes, "Who's outside?"
"Don't make a fuss; let me open the door first," Mu Qianyue coaxed softly.
However, someone was not having it, still refusing to let her open the door.
"Who could be more important than me? No, you can't open it! The whole world might be big, but your husband is the biggest." His violet eyes brimmed with grievance, depression, jealousy, and dissatisfaction.
"Bang!"
The door was kicked open.
A figure rushed in, filled with anger, deep phoenix eyes exuding a chilling coldness, "You rascal, let her go right now!"
With a flick of his hand, a sword gleam condensed and struck toward Nalan Jing's back.
