Alas, from where Qu Tan'er could crouch and watch, Zhao Qingyun was unable to do even that.
She was just stronger than her… (PS: God, please forgive this one for being abnormal again.)
Mo Liancheng's cold eyes lifted slightly as he said, "Leave it."
"Prince, you..."
"Do I need to repeat myself?" Mo Liancheng's tone was even colder than before.
"Qingyun is just concerned about you, Prince. You've been sitting for so long, don't you feel tired? Let Qingyun massage your shoulders for you," Zhao Qingyun said with a smile, trying to please him as she stepped closer to Mo Liancheng, intending to move behind him to massage his shoulders.
Unexpectedly, Mo Liancheng said coldly, "Get lost!"
"Prince, Prince..."
"Yu Hao, please escort the concubine out," Mo Liancheng suddenly ordered.
There were people outside; of course, he knew that.
And having a mischievous wife was also something that made him feel helpless…
