"..."
Ruan Qi shuddered timidly.
Her complexion was already pale, but now, scared by Nie Beilou, she looked as pitiful as a frail and helpless little bunny.
Xi Jiu's heart ached terribly.
He set down the water glass and extended his hand to protect the girl.
"Mr. Beilou, Xiao Qi just had a narrow escape from death."
The unsaid implication was—my wife is injured, even if you were the Emperor of Heaven, you wouldn't be allowed to bully her.
Nie Beilou was shown a faceful of Xi Jiu's protective gesture, and the anger he had been suppressing turned into a cold laugh.
"She almost tore a hole in the sky, and you're still protecting her!"
Xi Jiu didn't dare to talk back to his wife's master and silently stood before the girl, his actions expressing his stance.
Nie Beilou was so infuriated he almost crushed the armrest of the couch.
