Lan Mu's handsome face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, as he retracted his gaze and glared at Yan Zao through gritted teeth, "Yan Zao!"
Yan Zao's gaze also returned, her eyebrows raised in a half-mocking, half-smiling manner, "Have you gotten used to being a dog's substitute after playing the role for so long?"
The light in her eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, and her reddened nose tip was well concealed under the dim lighting.
Only the mocking curl of her lips was striking and unpleasant to the eye.
Lan Mu was initially puzzled, but after thinking for a moment, he realized what Yan Zao was referring to, the grudge she held about him bringing a dog to their marriage in place of himself.
That was the one thing he did and regretted immediately, and although he felt incredibly guilty about it, the sight of Yan Zao's indifferent mockery made him conceal his true emotions and he coldly said, "I wonder who it was that said they would rather marry a dog than me back then."
