Deepening hatred

Wu Lingyu was melting after seeing her pout.

"Since you're tired, let's go in and take a rest. There's no nice scenery here anyway."

He brought her in the room without batting an eyelid after he spoke.

Li Yao and Fang Qi kept their gaze disappointedly, they turned their heads and saw Yin Lang still looking at their side with gloomy eyes.

"City Lord Lang, who is that?" Fang Qi was the most oblivious to his facial expression and asked what she wanted to know.

"Holy Son of Sage Pavilion." Yin Lang responded with a sentence, walked around them and went back into his room.

Yang Xi clenched her hands tightly as if her nails were going to pierce into her flesh.

Yin Lang didn't even take a glance at her once when she stood there for so long, his focus was all on that woman.

Why hadn't he given up when she already had others?