"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"Can you stop?"
"Hello, I am talking to you, your highness!"
"Hey, you bastard stop dragging me, at least look at where you are going!" Mo Qiang snapped as another decoration ornament hit her on the face. She covered her face which turned slightly red after getting smashed by another pot or statue, Mo Qiang was far too much in pain to care about what hit her.
When Fu Qi Hong heard Mo Qiang curse, he turned around to curse her right back but then he saw her covering her face that seemed to be slightly injured—— no, a lot injured.
What a shame for her below-average face to swell up like that.
But it didn't matter, as long as he loved her no one would say a thing about her below-average face.