Feng Liyan's brows had not relaxed since he saw Wen Xiao'ai.
He stared at Wen Xiao'ai's flush peachy face, feeling uneasy deep inside.
Could the Little Princess have with Jun Moyan...
No, it shouldn't be...
But the way they look, it's clearly...
The mere thought that Wen Xiao'ai might have had that kind of relationship with Jun Moyan made Feng Liyan want to smack Jun Moyan to death.
He clenched a fist, restraining himself, keeping calm.
Telling himself that he must be mistaken, overthinking.
The atmosphere tightened all at once, even the air seemed to stop flowing.
Ye Qi withdrew his scrutinizing gaze from Jun Moyan and looked at Wen Xiao'ai.
He broke the silence with his words.
"Xiao'ai, why are you running around alone again?"
As always, his gentle, brotherly tone held only tolerance, indulgence, and affection for Wen Xiao'ai.
He was never truly angry with her, even if Wen Xiao'ai truly hurt his heart, he would only ever blame himself.
