Huo Yirong, with absolute power, restrained the resisting Song Qing in his arms, and after she could no longer resist, he glanced toward the corner at Rong Menglan, "Young Master Rong, can we talk another day?"
With a tone that brooked no refusal, a storm seemed to be brewing beneath his handsome, alluring face; anger and hostility hidden in the depths of his eyes.
Rong Menglan's gaze was clear and calm, and he responded in an even tone, "I'm available at any time."
He did nothing wrong and wasn't afraid of the Second Master Huo coming to pick a quarrel.
Yet tonight was destined to be a sleepless one for him—his inner restlessness could not be quelled, thanks to the people he had encountered that evening.
He thought to himself that he would need to switch hunting grounds in the future.
