2166: Doesn't Even Compare to a Hundredth of Duan Yue...

Doesn't Even Compare to a Hundredth of Duan Yue...

"It is impossible in this lifetime!" Qiao Mu stared icily at Ye Lingmin. She abruptly turned around and growled, "Leave. In the future, do not show up in front of me again."1

"Sorry, Little Junior Sister. I also regret it. I regret it, regret it very much…" Ye Lingmin's tears splattered down.

Seeing that Qiao Mu had turned her back, refusing to say anymore, Ye Lingmin hung her head and dragged her feet as she left out the door.

"Qiaoqiao." Mo Lian opened up her clenched fist finger by finger. He turned to look at Feng Chen, who had a solemn expression. "What are you standing there for? Go fetch a wet towel."

Feng Chen rolled his eyes at him, and got up reluctantly. He took out a clean handkerchief and dampened it before bringing it back.

Mo Lian cleansed the blood beading in the little fellow's palm, and he commented with a sigh, "Qiaoqiao, I had planned to properly admonish you, but you truly are crafty. How can I bear to admonish you now when you are like this?"

Qiao Mu sniffled and cast him a glance. She deadpanned, "What did I do wrong?"

"Ha." Feng Chen chortled and eagerly fanned the flames. "You didn't do anything wrong? It's not wrong to go run off to the pleasure quarters in the middle of the night to look for men?"

"What men am I looking for?" Qiao Mu looked at him with the expression of 'go on, continue spinning your tale.'

"Huh? That ROYGBIV spectrum, and that whoever Fanmeng and Fanyou? Didn't you look for all of them?"

"You're talking about the green peacock, the red turkey and them?" Qiao Mu scrunched up her petite face. "That restaurant just has a bit more colorful characters. The tea was so-so, and the quality of the food wasn't all that good."

"Restaurant?" Feng Chen and Mo Lian looked at each other.

Mo Lian couldn't resist asking with a smile, "What green peacock and red turkey? What exactly did you see?"

"The rainbow! A green peacock, a red turkey, a yellow tassel bush, an indigo phoenix flower. It was a bunch of random colors that made my eyes hurt."

The two men: …

"You don't think these people are good-looking?" Feng Chen asked while twitching his mouth.

Qiao Mu shook her head. "What's good-looking about them? They're just a bunch of jumbled-up colors! They don't even compare to a hundredth of Duan Yue."

Crown Prince Mo's handsome smiling face suddenly stiffened.

Originally, he would be extremely content. Sure enough, his darling had once again automatically filtered out a group of attractive people, but why the heck did Qiaoqiao always like to hold Duan Yue as the standard?

Such as: "What does Qiaoqiao think about Asi?"

Qiaoqiao: "Don't know him. Not even a tenth as good-looking as Duan Yue!"

Duan Yue really had a lingering influence. So despicable!

Feng Chen blinked, and then he suddenly asked with a smile, "How 'bout me, how 'bout me? Am I more good-looking than that Duan Yue?"

Qiao Mu glanced at him, and then she looked at her dear hubby sitting beside her with a beaming smile. A strong survival instinct inexplicably compelled her to hug Mo Lian's arm and declare, "My Lian is the most good-looking!"

"Pfft." Feng Chen laughed out loud. He caressed the little fellow's head, but he suddenly halted and looked at her palm. "Qiaoqiao, your injury?"

Hm? Miss Qiao looked down at it.

Mo Lian also looked at the beads of blood that were oozing from her palm.

Originally, there were several tiny injuries caused by her nails when she clenched her fist, but they had completely vanished by now.

Those hands once again reverted to their fair state, without any visible injury at all.

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