Lin Ye noticed that the white horse didn't say anything, so he averted his scowl at Han Moze with gritted teeth.
That tyrant! What right did he have to say that milady's fake?
He needed that tyrant to explain himself!
If that tyrant didn't give a satisfying explanation, then he'd have to fight it out with that tyrant!
Han Moze shot a deeply icy gaze at Mo Ye, who stood right in front of him. When he saw the determined Mo Ye raise his head and his stubborn eyes, he couldn't help but slightly smirk. It seems like I'll have to do some explaining now...
