Uncle Landlord, Please Let Me Go

No sooner had Mo Zilin arrived in this world than an older man carried her home. "Let me go! Let me go! Uncle, please let me go!" Mo Zilin was utterly baffled, but the man's next words left her even more confused. "You are my wife." "What? What kind of joke is that? I could be your daughter!" "Uncle, please let me go, okay? Please let me go!" Mo Zilin racked her brains trying to escape his control, never imagining that the man knew martial arts and would dress her up to look like a man. "You have a handsome face. Dressing you as a man puts my mind at ease." "Hmph, Uncle, just you wait. As long as I'm alive, I'll escape sooner or later..."