Ye Xinguang saw his son seething with anger and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Isn't that your sister's shoulder? That dragon tattoo looks just like the one on your sister's back."
"You're saying Si Yuan has a dragon tattoo on her back?"
Mo Yinhe's words seemed to force their way out from between his clenched teeth, as if he'd been forced to swallow a fly he couldn't spit out.
"When did she get a dragon tattooed on her back, and how come I didn't know about it?"
Ye Xinguang thought for a moment.
"It's been a few years. She said she missed her sister-in-law and saw it in a tattoo shop, so she got one on her back. What are you so furious about?"
"It's nothing."
Mo Yinhe's face was terrifyingly dark.
For years, as her brother, he had never even noticed!
Mo Yinhe felt an indescribable discomfort!
He wanted to return to the palace immediately, rip the clothes off her back, and see if she really had a dragon tattoo.
