Qiaoqiao sighed.
She hadn't wanted Yun Mo to find out about such a minor incident.
Because, knowing Yun Mo's nature—treating his wife as his life, unable to tolerate her facing the slightest grievance—it was certain that he would not let off the man surnamed Zhong who insulted her so easily.
She watched Yun Mo approach, his arrival shifting the focus of the other onlookers who were already present onto him. He possessed an extraordinary aura that seemed to make him the center of attention wherever he went. Additionally, several formidable men in suits and sunglasses followed him, ready to protect him at any moment.
Qiaoqiao looked over, "Amo!"
She called with extraordinary affection.
Yun Mo walked over, glanced at her, then at the man surnamed Zhong, who was turning pale beside her, and asked with a puzzled frown, "What happened?"
Qiaoqiao intended to say it was nothing, but Adma had already recounted the whole incident to him in English without stopping for breath.
