Mo Liancheng's face darkened, and he asked gloomily, "Are you in such a hurry to see me dead?"
"Prince, you must be joking. Aren't you sitting right here? How could you be dead?" Though she did wish he would kick the bucket sooner, if she hadn't found an escape route yet and ended up a widow, she'd rather he stayed alive and kicking.
"Is it a joke?" Mo Liancheng squinted his eyes, casting a grim gaze directly at her.
"Prince, didn't you say you wanted Tan'er to remember some house rules?" Qu Tan'er swallowed nervously, suddenly realizing she might have provoked the wrong person.
Otherwise, where did this ominous wind at her feet come from?
The man in front of her wasn't without a temper, nor was he as harmless as he appeared; instead, he was deeply hidden.