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"Well said." Ling Feitong patted Calvin's shoulder like an old friend. He leaned over and raised his eyebrows at Calvin, as if he was joking, but at the same time he said in a serious tone, "In the future, I'll leave the matter of little b * tches beating us up to you. Remember to look after Mo Jiahua's bedroom well; whoever dares to enter privately, don't hesitate, kill them all."

Calvin seemed to have returned to the fear of being dominated by the Royal Concubine that year. His mind was blank, and he reflexively stretched his body as he said: "Yes!"

"A straightforward person." Ling Feitong let go of Calvin's neck in satisfaction and left.

Only after ten seconds did Calvin recover from his stupefaction — God, what did he promise? He was just a little lover that wasn't really favored, why would he need to be ordered by the owner like a matriarch? What was even more terrifying was that he seemed to have his brain controlled.

Calvin felt that his dignity as the royal family's golden butler had been severely challenged!

Thus, Calvin started to type the report.

"Your Highness." In his room, Calvin called Mo Jiahua's terminal and said with a straight face, "I have something to report."

Mo Jiahua sat on the sofa in the resting area. He had just finished a high gravity training, so his hair was drenched in sweat and fell on his face. His black vest was also wet on his body, sketching out the perfect lines of his muscles.

Sweat rolled down Mo Jiahua's arms. This made him look exceptionally sexy, attracting quite a few admiring gazes.

Perfect looks, perfect figure, perfect family background, perfect cultivation, perfect strength.

Mo Jiahua had always been a dazzling existence like a star.

But Prince Mo Jiahua was notorious for not liking to be spoken to, and someone who understood his preferences, so he could only sigh and look at Mo Jiahua from afar with an aggrieved and wistful expression. He secretly hoped that Prince Mo Jiahua would see him, even if it meant having a dewy marriage with him.

Mo Jiahua wiped his face with a towel and said, "What is it?"

After Calvin had left Mo Jiahua, Ling Feitong's actions and what he had said were briefly described to Mo Jiahua in a vivid manner, with a particular emphasis on the fact that Ling Feitong wanted to cut his own blood at every meal.

"Let him cut. If he doesn't cut, you cut for him." Mo Jiahua seemed to be mocking him. He put the towel on the seat beside him and said lightly: "No one will look for trouble with him. If he is delusional, then let him see a psychiatrist."

Calvin thought in his heart that His Highness' mouth was much more vicious than his own.

Calvin's mood lightened a bit as he smiled and said, "When Mr. Lin asked me to monitor 'Little Bitch Smash' for him, his expression and expression were exactly the same as that of a wangfei."

Calvin immediately regretted his words.

Within Mo Jiahua's originally lazy eyes, Fengqi suddenly surged up like there were dark clouds that couldn't be dispersed.

"Calvin." Mo Jiahua's voice was indifferent, but with such a long distance between them, Calvin could hear the warning tone in Mo Jiahua's voice, "You're not young anymore. You should know what to say and what not to say."

Calvin's eyes were filled with tears. He only said the last sentence, why did he have to remind him of the sorrowful things of age.

His Highness's verbal attack really did not differentiate between friend or foe!

Calvin quickly said: "It was a slip of the tongue. Next time, I definitely won't do it again."

Mo Jiahua didn't care about this loyal butler. He just said "continue monitoring" and hung up.

"This is our Lord Immortal Divine King Prince Mo Jiahua." Wanli Fengqi, surrounded by a crowd of people, narrowed his eyes at Mo Jiahua and said with a smile, "At this moment, why are you not enjoying your little lover at home? Why are you here at this training field that you didn't like before? "Oh right, your little lover from before seemed to have said something in my bed. The prince doesn't seem to be raising his hand, hahaha …"

Don't lift it? Previous lover? Bed?

There was a lot of information in that sentence!

It was f * cking awkward. A teenager beside Wanli Fengqi pulled him, wanting to cover his ears.

The others were thinking the same thing.

Not mentioning such a thing would be a great shame and humiliation for any man, not to mention the fact that he was the most respected prince of the empire.

Heavens, they were really going to be killed by this guy who didn't even get a chance to open the door.

Wanli Fengqi had the backing of a thousand Li family, and since he was a wargod on the same level as Mo Jiahua, of course he wasn't afraid of Mo Jiahua's revenge.

But compared to them, they were nothing more than small shrimps!

Who knew if Prince Mo Jiahua would settle the score and let them be cannon fodder!

For example, it was not impossible to silence her!

While everyone was trembling in fear, Mo Jiahua raised his eyes that were called "black pearls".