The door of the prison opened and Fu Qi Hong stepped inside the small prison room where Mo Qiang was locked up.
Mo Qiang raised her head and her gaze met with Fu Qi Hong before her lips curled into a smile as she greeted him with a light bow of her head, "Greetings, Your Highness. How are you doing?"
"Instead of asking how I am, you should be worried about yourself, Miss Qiang. Your face looks like someone has sewn a Poisonous insect on it," Fu Qi Hong remarked as he looked at the large whip scar on Mo Qiang's face.
That ugly duckling Sun Ah Cy! He was not going to leave her alone!
How dare she touch the face that he wanted to smother with kisses! Fu Qi Hong was so angry that he was trembling with rage.
This beautiful face——- it was all ruined now!
His green eyes which resembled the green lakes, silent but hiding deep secrets skimmed over Mo Qiang's face and the more he looked at her face, the more Fu Qi Hong wanted to kill Sun Ah Cy.