Outside the room, Xuan Long stood in front of the wooden door like an unmoving mountain. His tall figure blocked the entrance completely, his expression calm and lazy, as if nothing inside the room concerned him at all.
But in front of him, Han Jue and Shi Feng were already glaring at him with red eyes.
Especially Han Jue.
His fists were clenched so tightly that veins bulged across the back of his hands. His breathing had already become heavy from anger as he stared at Xuan Long like he wanted to punch him through the wall.
"How could you actually agree with that scoundrel Hu Yan?" Han Jue growled through gritted teeth.
In their hearts, they had always respected Hu Yan the most.
After all, he was Su Qinglan's first beast husband. Calm, gentle, reliable. They had unconsciously followed his lead many times.
But now?
That bastard had actually done something like this while Su Qinglan was unconscious.
Han Jue felt like his lungs were about to explode from anger.
