Li Yan's Jealousy and Vicious Tongue

Just when Qiao Mu thought that Li Yan would not size up Yang Hao, she heard the man's voice. ""Brat, you've got some guts."

Yang Hao met Li Yan's gaze. Although his voice was calm, there was a hidden killing intent that made people not dare to look directly at him.

Li Yan lowered his head and glanced at Qiao Mu, then held her hand and left.

Qiao Mu lowered her head. She was so innocent, so why did she vent her anger on him?

Qiao Mu gently tugged at Li Yan's arm. " Uncle, are you angry? "

"What do you think?"

Qiao Mu pouted innocently. " Uncle, I'm really innocent. It was purely Xu Xiyan who was trying to sow discord. She was jealous that I found such an outstanding man like you, Uncle! "

Li Yan glanced at the little woman. " If she didn't mention it, I wouldn't have known that you had a spare tire. "

Qiao Mu was speechless.

Young Master Li was really hard to please when he was looking for trouble.