"Looking for trouble?"
Ya Tianxing gritted his teeth, each word laced with immense anger.
Unexpectedly, after receiving such a threat, Mo Shangjun suddenly calmed down.
This man, even when enduring extreme discomfort, maintains his dignity—more accurately, his pride.
Really... incredibly charming.
Thinking this way, her fear of him faded a bit.
"Mr. Ya, at a time like this, it's better not to be stubborn."
Mo Shangjun blinked, then freed one of her hands, slowly stretching it between the two of them, first forming a fist, then extending a finger—her index finger.
She was implying: In your current state, I could kill you with just one finger.
"..."
Seeing Ya Tianxing's face darken bit by bit, Mo Shangjun quickly withdrew her finger, then comfortingly patted his shoulder and soothed him: "Alright, don't get angry. There's still some good news, at least you don't have to worry about having an extra daughter."
Upon hearing this, Ya Tianxing's expression completely blackened.
