"You’re working with Ye Moyun, aren’t you?"
"Why didn’t you have him arrested?"
The night was dark and heavy. But darker still was the expression on Fu Chenhan’s face as he walked toward His Royal Highness Yulan, his eyes cold and his figure cloaked in the biting chill of the wind.
The tall, handsome, and fierce-looking man stood before Yulan, his thin lips pressed into a tight line. He looked down at the beautiful little female, his voice filled with an suppressed sense of disbelief.
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