Mo Chuxi's voice rang out among the crowd, calm and unhurried.
His handsome face was cold as he walked over to Yan Xinxin. He met her eyes for a brief second, then turned around and shielded her behind him, that austere jade-like face now directed at the dumbstruck couple in front of him.
"Y-Young Master Mo, what did you just say?"
Pei Yuxin couldn't believe it, convinced her ears must be playing tricks on her.
"Young Master Mo, did you just say… she's your wife?"
She asked again in disbelief, and the man beside her was equally stunned. Old Mr. Ling, seeing this, suddenly felt uneasy as well.
"Young Master Mo, this matter…"
"I want to know—how exactly does this Young Master Ling plan to 'serve' my wife? Is he going to get on his knees and pour tea, hand her water, and apologize, or what?"
