Feng Xiang felt himself breaking out in cold sweat again due to Si Mobai's oppressive aura. He kept wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I wouldn't dare, but this is my family's business. So, Your Highness…"
He didn't dare finish his sentence because Si Mobai had intensified his murderous aura and become even scarier than before—it was like the god of death had come for him.
Feng Xiupei frowned. Why was the misogynistic Wargod always helping Feng Tianlan? She was merely an ugly good-for-nothing who couldn't compare to her. As long as the Wargod wasn't blind, he would know how much better she was than Feng Tianlan, once she made herself up.
"Wargod…"
Feng Xiupei bent her waist a little and started sashaying toward Si Mobai. But the moment she came within three feet of him, his icy glare made her tremble. She dared not move anymore and swallowed everything she'd wanted to say.
What a frightening glare!
What an oppressive aura!