Listening to Liu Zhenying's usual casual and unscrupulous tone, Nanfeng's slightly arrogant arrogance finally turned into anger, but he was still thinking about her strength and did not dare to step forward rashly: "It is true that I deserve it, but why do I deserve it?"

, do you deserve it because I am my father’s son, or do you deserve it because I made you feel in danger?”

There are traps everywhere in these words.

But Liu Zhenying refused to step in. He stood in the incense room and looked at him. After a few seconds, he laughed faintly and raised his eyebrows lightly: "If you were like you are now, I'm afraid you won't be without me either."

You can reflect on the so-called torture of you."

Liu Zhenying is really insufferable.

Nan Feng clenched his fists at his side, and just as he was about to say something, a low and slow voice suddenly sounded: "Mr. Nan, you seem to have made my wife unhappy again."

In addition to Nan Feng's title, the other party only said a dozen words, but the blood in Nan Feng's body seemed to be suddenly frozen, and he could not speak immediately. He only watched Qu Xiaojue walk around him to protect him.

He stood beside Liu Zhenying in a posture, with his slender arms around her waist. The two of them had an indescribable intimacy.

Nan Feng looked at the face that was handsome and oppressive even in the dim light, and subconsciously recalled the time when he came to see him behind Liu Zhenyuan's back.

I was pressed to the floor by his bodyguards in a humiliating and awkward posture. As far as I could see, I could only see him standing up from the chair. His tall and straight body was condescending, with an extremely strong sense of oppression. His steps were neither hasty nor slow.

He walked towards him step by step, and the pair of dust-free leather shoes under his feet just stepped on his controlled hands.

Nan Feng remembered that he was so painful that he couldn't hold back his breathing. Qu Xiaojue's gaze above his head was like a net, tightly locked on his face. His low and hoarse voice chuckled, just like

The tone of his greeting just now was almost the same as his own: "Mr. Nan, I heard that you made my wife unhappy. I don't know if this is true?"

Nan Feng's eyes were so painful that his eyes turned black, and he tried to explain: "You came with the answer, so why bother asking me?"

"Mr. Nan is indeed right, so I'm just here to give Mr. Nan some small suggestions."

Throughout the whole process, Qu Xiaojue never moved his foot away from his hand, but gently twisted it: "My wife has a gentle temperament and is an easy talker. In addition, you are her master's biological son who was lost outside, but I and I

You have no mercy, and I hope Mr. Nan can think carefully before doing anything to see if you can afford the consequences."

Nan Feng wanted to refute at that time, but before he could speak, a dagger was directly pressed against his throat.

At the same time, there was Qu Xiaojue's chuckle: "Mr. Nan, do you think so?"

"Mr. Nan, do you think so?"

Returning to thinking, Nanfeng didn't know what Qu Xiaojue had just said, but he only heard this last sentence.

Unable to hold back, a thin layer of cold sweat covered his back, but at this moment Nan Feng calmed down. He raised his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him, trying to maintain calm: "Junior Sister Liu, you and I

Since the things between us don’t matter, it’s better to let my dad be the referee between us, what do you think?”

One is his only beloved disciple, and the other is his biological son who has just been found after being lost for many years.
Chapter completed!