An Mo's expression cracked for the first time.
"What is wrong with you?!" he snapped, clutching his hand back like a dragon guarding its last piece of treasure. "Are you a bandit now?! Robbing in broad daylight?!"
Xuan Long remained completely calm, as if none of this concerned him at all.
"I am not robbing," he said seriously. "I am asking."
"You call that asking?!" An Mo almost choked. "You just tried to snatch it off my hand!"
Xuan Long paused, then corrected himself without the slightest embarrassment. "Then I am asking now."
An Mo: "…"
For a second, he genuinely did not know whether to laugh or strangle him.
Meanwhile, Xuan Long's gaze was still fixed on the ring, unwavering, like a predator locking onto its prey.
"It looks valuable," he added bluntly. "My female will like it."
That sentence hit An Mo like lightning.
"YOUR FEMALE?!" he exploded. "You want to take my ring to please your mate?! Have you completely lost your mind?!"
