Xingyuan followed close behind Yan Luoluo, cutting across the hazy sea of clouds in the Immortal Realm, his thoughts already drifting far away. He couldn't help wondering whether the form he had morphed into was inconspicuous enough. And just who was this "old acquaintance" Yan Luoluo had mentioned? Not until they stepped into Ye Wuchen's bedchamber was he still lost in his wild fantasies, completely failing to notice the atmosphere suddenly freezing stiff ahead of them.
Ye Wuchen had been pacing back and forth irritably in the bedchamber. The moment he caught sight of Yan Luoluo, a brilliant light instantly ignited in the depths of his eyes. The corners of his lips curved upward, and he was about to step forward to welcome her, to pull this little liar who had vanished without a word fiercely into his embrace—when the next second, his smile froze.
Standing right beside Yan Luoluo was an unfamiliar man.
Chapter 128