An Muyao clenched her palm tightly, her peripheral vision fixed on the man who sat on the couch without uttering a word but exuded a strong presence.
Why did Nan Yan dare to be so arrogant? Was it because she believed that this man could protect her?
Undeniably, before she met Mr. James, An Muyao used to think that Qin Lu's status was among the most noble and powerful among the people she knew.
But ever since she got to know Mr. James, she couldn't bring herself to look at domestic men in the same way.
No matter how influential the Qin family was, could they compare to Mr. James? Mr. James was one of the seven enforcers of the Divine Temple, and the leader of the Qin family was nowhere near his league.
An Muyao clenched her fists, suppressing her hatred for Nan Yan. She turned to her mother and said, "Mom, let's go back for now. Your condition isn't great, and you need rest. We can come back to see Grandpa once he wakes up."
