"That guy is really like a lingering ghost."
The charming Shujun gritted his teeth. He sat close to his wife, tightly holding her arm, as if afraid someone would snatch her away.
And mentioning Xiao Qinghe, even the elder brother made Shujun feel as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
He could never fully trust that man because he always knew the other was watching with covetous eyes.
Moreover, the Nun had foretold three great hardships predetermined in his wife's fate, and there was still one human calamity left.
This so-called human calamity was a heavy burden on the hearts of the brothers.
Zhi Chen looked at Yixuan, remaining silent, without opening his mouth.
Finally, he turned to Dong Huiying: "It seems that Huiying still has to ask you personally."
Yixuan was startled for a moment, and then a trace of helplessness appeared in his eyes.
"No need, I'll speak."
