Meanwhile...
Inside the dimly lit cubs' room...
Han Jue stood perfectly still at the doorway, a distinctly dark expression clouding his face. His sharp, predatory gaze slowly landed on An Mo, who was already lying back comfortably and settling into the large bed.
Han Jue's mouth twitched with sheer annoyance. He simply couldn't believe it.
Hu Yan had actually played such a blatant trick on him! If An Mo was already staying in here to guard the children, then why on earth had Hu Yan explicitly sent him here under the guise of "extra security"?
Wasn't this deliberately making things difficult for him?
Han Jue snorted inwardly, his fists tightening slightly. He really, truly did not want to look at this man's face right now.
At the exact same time... An Mo also looked over, his pupils catching the light from fire. The two men's eyes met for only a single, frosty second.
