Oh? It's her?
What is she up to this time?
Versailles's gaze instantly turned cold upon spotting the brown wolf leading the Gold Blood inside.
It seemed the matter of dismissing the female from the Crimson Palace wasn't over yet. At least, the process wasn't going to be so easy.
Ramose sensed the turbulence in his mate's aura and grabbed her hand.
He still remembered the words she'd spoken in the Valley of Tricks and rubbed the back of her palm to reassure her.
As much as he would've liked to bask in her jealousy, he couldn't bear to let her suffer such grievance. Because to him, her joyous smile was a hundred times more beautiful than her wronged, jealous glare.
"Master Ouyang, is there a problem?" The wolf had just ruined his deed. Ramose wasn't in the mood to welcome him warmly.
