"Xiao Lin, your expression doesn't have to be this awful, does it?" Mo Teng asked, utterly puzzled as he looked at Mo Lin's tightly furrowed brows.
Hadn't they been chatting just fine before? He hadn't reacted this strongly even when they discussed having children, and he had remained calm when they first brought up marriage. Why had his expression suddenly turned like this?
Seeing Mo Lin's expression and sensing the rejection in his eyes, Mo Teng wanted to continue with the words he had prepared, yet for some reason, he could not force a single word out now.
Mo Lin now possessed both the divine power of the Winged Dragon and the Asura God. Even an unintentional leak of emotion carried enough pressure to make a Titled Douluo uncomfortable and unable to take any action.
Yu Yuanzhen had been watching from the sidelines. Seeing Mo Lin's expression change drastically and feeling a faint pressure himself at that moment, even though he still did not know why Mo Lin's mood had suddenly soured, it was time for him to step in and smooth things over.
"Xiao Lin, it's not that your uncle wants to criticize you. Those two from Spirit Hall are inconvenient and far away, so they're certainly out of the question. But don't pretend. Put your hand on your heart and tell your grandfather and me—are those two really the only ones you've gotten involved with?" Yu Yuanzhen said.
Yu Yuanzhen's question instantly stunned Mo Lin, and the oppressive aura he had unconsciously released vanished in an instant.
Judging by his uncle's tone, the woman he meant was someone Mo Lin knew, and in outsiders' eyes, Mo Lin and that woman had a romantic relationship.
Closing his eyes, Mo Lin stroked his chin. As he thought, a graceful white