"Mrs. Wen!" Mu Xiaojiu's voice was hoarse as he suddenly stood up, looking down at Wen Yu with tightly clenched palms.
No matter how painful his throat was, it couldn't stop his determination to speak, "I've said it, she has nothing to do with this! And I won't allow anyone to lay a finger on her."
Wen Yu looked at him, her thin lips trembling slightly, her eyes filled with shock.
Mu Xiaojiu knew he had overreacted, the more he showed this kind of response in front of her, the more dangerous it became for the little creature.
Yet, when he found out they had intent against her, he couldn't hold back at all.
He was never that impulsive, even losing his composure, this time he was truly anxious.
Wen Yu's expression became increasingly grim, her palms clenched as well.
"Jiu, you've really changed. You're actually losing your cool over a woman."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Wen."
"Forget it, with that duck voice of yours, I'd find it unpleasant if you kept talking anyway."
