"Too much?" Mu Sheng sneered with a cold laugh, "I have yet to show you what's more excessive!" With that, he bent down to kiss Pei Yunshu's neck.
Pei Yunshu was startled, filled with humiliation; she struggled fiercely when suddenly, Mu Sheng's movements stiffened.
Looking up, she saw a dark long knife resting against Mu Sheng's neck, the blade cold and chilling—colder still was the gaze of the man holding the knife.
"...Deputy Envoy Xiao?"
The newcomer was Xiao Zhufeng.
Mu Sheng, sensing the murderous intent behind him, quickly raised his hands. With a stern expression, Xiao Zhufeng kicked him, sending Mu Sheng tumbling to the ground, where he sat with a thud.
"Is there a problem?" Xiao Zhufeng asked with a frown.
Pei Yunshu, still shaken, shook her head and then looked at him, "How come you're here?"
"I was passing by, heard your voice, and came to check."
