The Ghost King's Wife is Sassy and Beautiful

62 Mo Jinyu, You Shouldn’t Have Touched Her!

“Sweetcake!”

“Sister!”

Seeing that Sweetcake had been grabbed by Mo Jinyu, Yun Ran and Bun rushed over at the same time.

Mo Beiyuan also shook off the Yun Qingqing. His eyes were filled with darkness, and his eyes were like a cold wind as he stared at Mo Jinyu murderously.

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At this moment, he really wanted to kill Mo Jinyu.

The little packrat was originally well in her father’s arms. When she was suddenly pulled out by Mo Jinyu, she was naturally frightened. Her black grape-like eyes were instantly filled with tears that rolled down her face.

She struggled to break free from Mo Jinyu’s control.

“Father, Father…”

Yun Ran knew that Mo Jinyu was a scumbag, but she had still underestimated this scumbag’s bottom line.

He actually attacked a three-year-old child.

Yun Ran’s watery eyes darkened and she exuded a cold killing intent. Her voice was as cold as snow in the winter. “Mo Jinyu, if you dare to hurt a single strand of her hair today, I, Yun Ran, will definitely return it ten times or a hundred times!”

When the secret guards of the Yuan Manor saw that their young master had been captured and was bawling, they pulled out their weapons and aimed them at Mo Jinyu.

So what if he was the Crown Prince of the East Continent? As long as he touched their little master, he would be their enemy.

Behind Mo Jinyu, his secret guards also took out their weapons and faced the secret guards of the Yuan Manor.

Both sides had their own masters and had no intention of showing weakness.

Little Sweetcake could not break free and cried even harder. Her entire face was red. The little girl had cried a lot because of her stomachache previously. Now, her voice was hoarse after a few cries.

Like a little kitten whose neck was being strangled, she whimpered.

Mo Jinyu was afraid that Mo Beiyuan would suddenly snatch her away, so he held the little packrat hostage and retreated a distance. Then, he smiled and slowly said, “Looks like Imperial Uncle really dotes on this little girl. Indeed, your biological bloodline is different. This is the first time I’ve seen Imperial Uncle so nervous about someone. It’s really rare.”

Mo Beiyuan’s eyes were cold and his face was cold. “Mo Jinyu, you shouldn’t have touched her!”

Thunderbolt felt that these outsiders had no idea how much their master doted on the two children. This was especially true for Sweetcake. His master doted on her to the extreme. This little packrat did not come down and walk by herself along the way. His master carried her in his arms almost all the time.

In his opinion, the Crown Prince would probably lose an arm today at the very least.

For Mo Jinyu to climb all the way to the position of Crown Prince of the East Continent without any support, he was naturally not a good person. His aura was indeed much softer than Mo Beiyuan’s, but he had no intention of giving in immediately.

“Imperial Uncle, don’t be angry. I just think this child is very cute and want to bring her back for two days. After all, she’s my little cousin. I’ll definitely treat her well.”

“No, no… Big baddie! You’re a big baddie! Sweetcake wants Daddy… Boohoo… Sweetcake wants Daddy to carry her!”

Little Sweetcake was already feeling uncomfortable because she had suddenly awakened her spiritual root. Now, she was even more uncomfortable.

As she cried, she hit Mo Jinyu’s arm with her small hand.

When Mo Beiyuan saw that the little packrat was crying badly, his heart felt as if it had been torn apart by a sharp weapon. It was sore and painful. A rare anger swept over him, and the veins on his clenched fists bulged.

He shouted coldly, “Mo Jinyu, I’ll say it again. Put her down.”