Translator: 549690339
When li junyu heard his grandmother’s words, his ink-black brows furrowed slightly.
Under old Madam Li’s reproachful and disapproving gaze, li junyu strode over, his large hand on ruan ngng’s waist showing no signs of letting go.
His expression was extrely cold, and his originally indifferent and cold facial features seed to be covered with a layer of frost. His eyes were deep and dark, making it difficult for people to see clearly.
When he passed by old Madam li, the man stopped in his tracks and said in a low and calm voice, ” “ngng is my wife. It’s only right and proper for to carry her. No one can criticize .”
No one could criticize her ant that even an elder like old Madam li had no right to do so.
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