Mu Jingnan's temples pulsed with anger, his deep cold eyes staring fixedly at her, as if they could shoot fire.
It was as if there was scorching lava churning, enough to swallow everything.
"Jingnan, sit down," Zhou Junyi spoke.
Mu Jingnan turned his head, slightly restraining his ferocity, "Mother, this is between Yunshu and me, we will resolve it ourselves."
"How do you plan to resolve it?" Zhou Junyi's face slightly darkened, "Sit down."
Helplessly, Mu Jingnan could only sit down.
He sat next to Situ Yunshu, their bodies close together, Situ Yunshu uncomfortably moved to the side, and in the next second, a strong arm reached out and tightly wrapped around her waist.
"Don't move," Mu Jingnan warned in a low voice.
"Mu Jingnan, do you have any shame left?"
Mu Jingnan didn't glance at her.
