This mother-in-law was clearly very unqualified.
"I'm taking Bronya away."
"Only by staying at my side and helping with my great cause can she fulfill her true duty."
Zhao Bai set down the cocktail shaker, and a tide-like majesty flooded the entire room.
"Then I'll have no choice but to kill you."
He was ruthless and sparing with words.
Fu Hua stroked the pommel of the Xuanyuan Sword and was just about to applaud when she suddenly snapped awake. Just moments ago, she had scoffed at primetime soap operas—so why had she suddenly become interested? Could it have been some subtle influence?
Fu Hua lowered her head in thought.
Perhaps it was because Zhao Bai's tone carried utterly genuine killing intent. That chilling resolve finally turned the atmosphere around.
For the first time, he felt the urge to kill someone.
For a girl.
Cocolia set down her wineglass and walked out step by step. The heavy killing intent had hung over her the entire time, and the moment she stepped outside, Cocolia felt her whole body lighten, as though some burden had been lifted.
What lion-like eyes.
Cocolia chuckled softly.
If someone like him could be used by her, it would indeed be a good thing.
But that was impossible.
Lion-like eyes meant lion-like resolve. Zhao Bai had a territory of his own, an aloof king who protected everyone within it. Any enemy who trespassed into his territory would be met with a madman's savage pounce.
Bronya's place was probably right at the very center of that territory.
Cocolia had gone deep into his domain, intending to snatch away the lion's beloved possession—and give him two slaps while she was at it.
It was perfectly normal for him to be angry.
Still, watching Zhao Bai tear off his mask and