"…Mom." Yang Qingxi's expression darkened.
Yang Qingyun continued.
"If you continue acting this passively, another woman might steal him away sooner or later."
Almost instantly, several familiar women flashed through Yang Qingxi's mind.
Leng Shuang.
Zhang Xulin.
Her brow furrowed slightly.
Seeing her reaction, Yang Qingyun smiled faintly before her expression gradually became more serious.
"Anyway, let's stop talking about your hopeless romance for now."
"Now, answer some of my doubts first. If you are truly worried about those Sons of Luck you mentioned…"
"Then why are you acting so passively?"
Yang Qingxi paused slightly. "What do you mean?"
"You have me." Yang Qingyun spoke calmly. "And behind me stands the strongest force in Longyan Country."
"If those protagonists are really a threat, then we should suppress them before they fully grow."
"Can't we harass them continuously, harvest their value, then finish them off?"
