Bai Wanwan's cold, sharp questions pierced Jiao Yuan's heart like a quenched steel needle.
"Are you saying… Lan Yi is lying to me?" Jiao Yuan's voice was dangerously low, simmering with suppressed, thunderous rage. His thick, dark brows knitted together tightly, and his gaze, filled with scrutiny and clear displeasure, fell upon Bai Wanwan.
He refused to believe the words of a strange young female over his own Wife.
To become his mate, Lan Yi had taken no other Beast Husbands.
He felt he owed her so much and had sworn to protect her for her entire life.
Nestled in his embrace, a look of perfectly-timed hurt and vulnerability instantly appeared on Lan Yi's beautiful face. Glistening teardrops even clung to her long lashes.
She buried her face deeper into Jiao Yuan's firm chest, her shoulders trembling slightly as if she were suffering some great injustice—a silent accusation against Bai Wanwan's slander.
Bai Wanwan's Beast Husbands were feeling extremely conflicted.
