If such a man was not a madman, what was he? Mu Chuxue was extremely angry. She didn't want to explain to a madman. She believed that a madman couldn't listen to her explanation. She only wanted Sun Zhiyuan to be fine.
"Mu Chuxue, you call me a madman, don't you? I think, you haven't seen a real madman, so how crazy can you be? Now, let me show you." Nangong Jue threw Sun Zhiyuan's mobile phone in his hand out. He put one hand fiercely around Mu Chuxue's waist, controlling her hands so that she would never be obedient. The other hand tightly controlled the back of her head, then bent over and covered Mu Chuxue's lips accurately.
Therefore, at the gate of the Imperial Music Academy, the watchdog, who was called the Mu family by outsiders and was about to become the husband of the Mu famil
