Of course, Yan Zhan's intense gaze was one thing, but Zhan Xiaoyao's apparent lack of resistance to his touch was what truly infuriated him.
Caring too much made the feelings go awry.
At this moment, his heart sank. A beautiful and peerless face turned gloomy and cold, and his fingers that clutched the phone tightened increasingly.
Before hanging up the phone, he warned in an emotionless tone,
"Yan Zhan, stay away from my woman."
On the other line, Yan Zhan answered him with an easy laugh, "Emperor Quan, you shelter her under your wings, have her monitored all day. Have you ever considered if that's really the life she wants?! She needs freedom. Do you understand what freedom is? Did you see how happy she was today without Sun Qing by her side? I also want to ask you, if you like a woman, don't you want her to be happy?"
Happy!
Who doesn't want to be happy?
Regarding the photo of the suave Yan Zhan, Emperor Quan's gaze turned chilly.
