"You are so…" Ning Zu'an glared at Madam Ling with the two fire-fork shaped veins on his forehead swelling.

Madam Ling had sensed the danger already but was unable to interpose Ning Xueyan's spouting statement or to keep up with her thoughts. When Madam Ling finally took a tumble, it was already too late. Subconsciously, she cried with an affectedly effeminate voice, "Marquis!"

Then she went limp and fell onto the ground weakly, her head colliding against a ...