Si Yan held the Heart-Connected Scale, facing his chilling intent directly. Just as Wang unleashed his cold killing intent, the two cubs quickly arrived by Si Yan's side, their eyes cold and vigilant as they glared at their father.
A male who doesn't know how to care for the Mistress and the cubs is nothing but scum. And this scum dares to be fierce to their mother?! Nan Mo clenched Si Yan's beast-skin clothing, a look of solidarity unto death crossing the little cub's expression.
Wang restrained his cold intent and looked down at Nan Mo. He remembered this little one was adopted by him. Now, he was actually siding with someone else.
Si Yan thought, He really did recognize me as the Yan Yan from his childhood right from the start. But the Yan Yan from childhood and the Si Yan of today are no longer the same person.
