Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
If Wu Mingyue were to see this scene, she would probably find it hard to accept.
After all, in Wu Mingyue's eyes, Xiao Chen was a resilient and ambitious young man full of sunshine.
But that sunny youth was now committing acts of a malevolent spirit.
This was akin to shattering the beautiful fantasy in Wu Mingyue's heart.
However, Jun Xiaoyao did not care about Wu Mingyue's feelings.
He intended to break the illusions in Wu Mingyue's heart; otherwise, how could he control her?
Once Wu Mingyue's heart was empty, Jun Xiaoyao's figure would naturally be deeply imprinted in her mind.
"Am I being too cruel by doing this?" Jun Xiaoyao stroked his chin.
It was true that playing tactical games could make one’s heart dirty.
Because he had already planted a slave mark within Wu Mingyue's divine palace.
Thus, with a thought, Jun Xiaoyao could summon Wu Mingyue to him.
Before long, Wu Mingyue arrived at the courtyard where Jun Xiaoyao was.