Zhan Xiaohan's tender gaze dissipated, replaced once again by lucidity; he sensed from the aggressive tone of the person in the shadows that she was not his Little Ruan!
It was all just an illusion.
Zhan Xiaohan spoke with unrestrained arrogance, "I'll hit him if I want to hit him, there's nothing to explain. In the future, any man that appears by your side, I see one, I hit one."
Suddenly, Fu Yin stretched out his hand to pull her behind him, covering his chest and gasping slightly.
"Shadow, don't bother with this madman. He drove his own wife to death with his hands, and now he's treating you as a stand-in!"
Zhan Xiaohan looked at Fu Yin's hand, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
Pretending to be pitiable to gain a woman's sympathy, Fu Yin was as despicable as ever in his eyes!
And yet the soft-hearted Little Ruan had been deceived by him; was she, too, about to be fooled?