"Yes," Fan Nuo nodded, "So far, Mi Yao's blood is your only antidote, but President Huangfu, rest assured, I will definitely work hard to help you."
"You help me, is it for Mi Yao?" Huai Fu Yueming suddenly asked.
Young Master Fan Nuo glanced at the distant sky, then smiled and said, "President Huangfu, I have no improper thoughts about Mi Yao. I know she loves you deeply, and the happiness she wants can only be given by you. Thus, all I can do is silently protect her. I am a citizen of Tianshan; guarding the Goddess is the responsibility of our people through the ages."
Huai Fu Yueming didn't speak. He believed in Fan Nuo's character. Fan Nuo considered himself a citizen of Tianshan, a Young Master of Tianshan, and he would one day, like King Fan, dedicate his life to protect Tianshan. But what about himself?
He was a man, and Mi Yao was the woman he cherished. Could a man really have no thoughts about a woman?
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