Qin Jinhao turned his gaze to her, and once again, in such close proximity to Mu Qingge, the trace of disgust in his heart seemed to lessen significantly, and he even found her less detestable.
The once-strong intent to kill born of humiliation seemed to waver.
"Inviting Qingge here is naturally to ask how you wish to deal with her." Qin Jinhao's tone was such that the woman inside seemed not closely related to him but rather a stranger.
"Is Prince Rui willing to part with her?" Mu Qingge's smile grew more intense.
That smile, as if laced with poison, caused his mind to blur momentarily, and he blurted out, "Compared to you, of course, I'm willing."
A cold light flashed deep within Mu Qingge's smiling eyes. Her crimson lips voiced coldly, "Prince Rui is indeed magnanimous."
Qin Jinhao's gaze flickered, suddenly realizing his previous lapse.
