"Oh, my, big brother." Auntie Guihua, equally spooked by his sudden outburst, had no desire to get close to him either. She could see that Mo Liujin was displeased, and seeing how frighteningly tall and broad-shouldered he was—with Chu Qingmeng tucked in his arms looking like a tiny chick—she genuinely worried that if Chu Qingmeng failed to obey him and somehow provoked his anger, he might just punch her to death on the spot. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. It seemed that even though the eldest Chu girl had made a good match, she still had to walk on eggshells. Letting her imagination run wild with these thoughts, she quickly chimed in, "No need, no need! Chu girl, you just head back with your man!"
Before leaving, she leaned in and whispered a final piece of advice, "Girl, you'd better humor him a bit. If you make him angry, that little frame of yours won't be enough for him to beat up."
Though her voice was low, Mo Liujin was a martial artist and caught every single word. His face darkened instantly, and the temperature around him dropped several degrees. Lengfeng could feel the chill radiating in the air, and grabbing Shuangcheng, he silently took a step back.
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