His threats and commands were as common to the Yu Family as the number of times a mother calls her son to dinner in an ordinary family.
Unfortunately, the former chilled the heart while the latter was the warmth of mundanity, a stark contrast.
With one hand, Yanshen pulled Yao Qing's hand, gently pulling her into his embrace, leaning against him.
Yao Qing glanced up at him, as if sensing something from his expression, and obediently remained still.
He seemed to suddenly find his energy, and although his demeanor was still nonchalant, it now carried an indefinable brazenness.
Yanshen's gaze swept across Yao Qing's face.
A provocative meaning surged in his eyes.
Gazing at the elder who had manipulated his life, however briefly, Yanshen felt nothing but pure disgust.
He clicked his tongue, "Is that so? I'd really like to see what those consequences would be."
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