Yao Qing looked at the person before her with a cold gaze, the expression at the bottom of her eyes gradually shrouded by a layer of frosty mist.
"In the end, who is the dog and who is human, who doesn't have a clue in their heart?" Her gaze swept over Yu Yanshen and then settled on the malicious smile at the corner of Fu Moyi's lips, "Master Fu, killing yourself, that's quite a challenge, huh?"
Fu Moyi looked at Yao Qing with cold eyes, his tongue pressing against the broken corner of his lip.
He didn't argue with Yao Qing.
In fact, Yu Yanshen's arrival meant that his only goal was to prevent Yanshen from falling back into the mire.
"Yu Yanshen, see how she's protecting Feng Ye? Tsk tsk, she's really sincere, isn't she?"
He raised his eyes to meet Yu Yanshen's gaze, crashing into those unfathomably deep eyes, the smile on his lips growing deeper.
Angry? Good if he was angry.
Only when he got angry could he make a firm decision to clearly distinguish himself from this woman.