"First the evil seed, then Zhuang Muyan, and then the royal uncle... Chu Nanli, are you so lacking in men?"
Ye Yunting looked at Chu Nanli, his dark eyes filled with fury, his gaze icy and piercing.
Chu Nanli had just walked over and saw Ye Yunting's gloomy face, the air pressure dropping to its lowest.
Upon hearing his words, her good mood suddenly dissipated, and her brows furrowed.
"Ye Yunting, did you come here just to pick a fight? Won't you ask what happened last night?"
She had experienced a fire the previous night and nearly burned to death.
This man did not offer any comfort; instead, he accused.
The original host's wholeheartedness, entrusted to such a man, was truly regrettable.
Upon mention of last night, Ye Yunting's dark pupils deepened further.
"You dare to bring up last night, Chu Nanli? You're becoming bolder, setting fire to the firewood shed just to escape!"