The man's intense and burning breath swept towards Jiayi, "...However, our 'cooperation' this time, I'm afraid it's not over yet."
She couldn't care less about his ambiguous posture as he held her, her elbows propped on the railing, very skeptical, "Not over?"
Huo Zhenyang bent down, his ambiguous aura swirling even more intensely between them, his high and handsome nose almost imperceptibly brushing against her delicate skin, "The issue with Mu Qingran has been resolved, but once she truly marries Zhenxuan and has a child, those three, along with Yao Zhenru, might win over the old man's favor."
Jiayi suddenly understood; he wanted to get rid of Mu Qingran, but he wouldn't watch his brother curry favor with Huo Tianpei either.
...What was he going to do?
She felt a dangerous aura emanating from the man and couldn't help but shrink her body slightly.
