"Meng Po!" Yang Chen walked out holding a coffee, stared coldly at Meng Po, and said, "How are you speaking to your sister-in-law? Also, you don't need to interfere in my matters! If you dare to take any adverse actions against your sister-in-law, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
Meng Po gave Yang Chen a deep look, feeling a wave of grievance in her heart, downed her coffee in one go, and pushed the mug forward, saying, "I want a refill too!"
Left Envoy Yang looked at Meng Po, who seemed a bit sulky, and his heart sank slightly.
The woman before him, whether in temperament, appearance, or figure, was on par with him, carrying an exotic charm; one could say that to some, she might be even more enticing.
A stunning beauty like her beside Yang Chen—could he really have no feelings for her?
This woman kept calling Yang Chen her master, which meant she must have been with him for a long time.
