Yao Yue walked up to Li Xiaoqiang, her eyes fixed on the Nangong Meng at his side, and said, "This little girl of yours is quite impressive, huh? In such a short time, she's managed to snatch up my precious student. Truly worthy of being the daughter of the Western Prison Lord."
Nangong Meng had always been the center of attention, surrounded by admirers. Seeing this woman looking at her with disdain, she instantly felt displeased. As a princess, she must command respect from the other party.
It was a habit Nangong Meng had cultivated from childhood, in her heart, everyone should treat her with the utmost respect.
Of course, the smelly man holding her was an exception. It was because she had been soft-hearted at the beginning that she had ended up in this situation. If heaven gave Nangong Meng another chance, she would certainly rip Li Xiaoqiang open on the spot.
