"I didn't mean that at all!" Qin Manman bit her lip, her pretty face also tense, "Who has treated you like a slave or a dog? You are my personal guard, and you are my man; I am going to marry you!"
"Huh, how could an ordinary person like me possibly be worthy of marrying into the Qin Family, which has guarded the Miao clan's spirit for a thousand years," Muo Huangnian said coldly without a trace of warmth, "Qin Manman, you'd better get rid of that idea early, and stop provoking me—besides, if he has any accidents, I want you to be buried with him."
"I've already said it wasn't me who shot the gun! He shot himself!" Qin Manman was innocent, her eyes wide, "Who is he to you? Is he your relative?"
She remembered, ten years ago when Duan Qingyi had saved him and brought him back to the Qin family, he was all alone... Had he found his family?
Muo Huangnian's gaze was dark and foreboding, and after a long moment, he ground out a few words, "He's my brother."
It really was!
