Jun Xiaoyao faintly smiled.
If Wu Mingyue saw this scene, she probably wouldn't be able to accept it.
After all, Xiao Chen, in Wu Mingyue's mind, was also a tenacious and ambitious young man full of sunshine.
But that sunny young man was now acting like a malicious ghost.
This was equivalent to shattering the beautiful fantasies in Wu Mingyue's heart.
Yet Jun Xiaoyao didn't care about Wu Mingyue's feelings.
He deliberately broke the illusions in Wu Mingyue's heart; otherwise, how could he control her?
When her heart becomes empty, Jun Xiaoyao's figure will naturally be deeply imprinted within her.
"Am I being too wicked by doing this?" Jun Xiaoyao rubbed his chin.
The heart involved in strategy is always dirty; such a saying was quite true.
Because he had already planted a Slave Mark within Wu Mingyue's Divine Palace.
Thus, with just a thought, Jun Xiaoyao could summon Wu Mingyue to come.
Soon after, Wu Mingyue arrived at the courtyard where Jun Xiaoyao was.
