Jun Moyan, in an instant, seemed possessed by a demon, unable to control the fierce aura around him, which swept through like a storm, threatening to overturn the entire villa.
Feng Liyan, who was particularly sensitive to car sounds, instinctively looked toward the door upon hearing the noise.
The smile on his lips froze at the sight of Jun Moyan, then gradually disappeared.
The hand he was using to stroke Wen Xiao'ai's head paused for two seconds, and his eyes, once gentle like the wind, subtly changed.
With a slight arch of his brow, Feng Liyan shot Jun Moyan a smile full of provocative pride, as if the very essence of his gaze and demeanor was a challenge to Jun Moyan.
Sure enough, the man at the door, upon seeing Feng Liyan's highly provocative look, had his murderous intent instantly surge, startling Qing Yi who had followed behind.
