An Su, who was standing next to An Tong, gave her a nod.
The two people moved to the side.
An Tong stared intently at Su Yan's baby face.
Aren't you angry?
While watching, he asked An Su, who was standing next to him.
An Su picked up the champagne glass that was placed next to her and took a sip.
"That's the young master's business."
An Tong
“Every time I see her, I feel uneasy.”
"It's your prejudice."
"That day, the young master clearly returned from the underworld."
The two of us went to meet them, and we were about to return to the Abyss Demon Realm.
The young master actually stopped and said that it would implicate her.
Without looking back, he returned to the underworld.
An Tong felt a surge of murderous intent whenever she recalled that day.
An Su listened quietly beside her.
As An Tong said, he was also a witness to it.
An Tong said again
"Our supreme god has never asked a single question about it."
Ten thousand years have passed; if the young master doesn't reappear soon, we'll probably forget about him completely.
His words were full of sarcasm.
He just couldn't stand Su Yan's cold attitude.
An Su spoke
"The young master likes her."
An Tong looked away
"Of course I know."
I'm angry, but I know I can't do anything about it.
The young master doted on her so much, holding her carefully in his hands and cherishing her dearly.
If we harm her, it could cost the young master his life.
That's why An Tong got even angrier.
Rather than saying they hate her, it's more accurate to say they feel indignant on behalf of the young master.
What makes her so nonchalant about enjoying everything the young master risked his life for?
Perhaps, if she could treat the young master the way he treated her, he wouldn't have such resentful and hateful murderous intent.
The young master's demonic soul was severely injured, and he was barely able to maintain his physical form.
The soul has just recovered a little from being sealed away.
He still longs for her.
An Tong kept wondering, could this be a method from the Ninth Heaven?
Perhaps this main god cast a spell on the young master.
Only then could the young master be willing to become like this.
The art of speaking.
Su Yan had already been half-forced by Comrade Zheng Luan to be led to the dance floor.
The melodious music begins.
Su Yan, dressed in a silver gown, was exceptionally dazzling under the lights.
A handsome man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match made in heaven.
Su Yan isn't very good at ballroom dancing.
Basically, Zheng Luan was leading her in the dance.
Su Yan's attention was already focused on the movements of her feet.
Then, as she was jumping, she felt the hand that was wrapped around her waist tighten.
Then, the two of them pressed themselves together.
Zheng Luan leaned down, his breath hot against Su Yan's ear, and spoke.
"Miss Su is so beautiful, she's probably going to bewitch a lot of men."
Whispering.
It's unclear what emotions were behind his words.
Su Yan spoke
"Dance well."
Zheng Luan's smile came over.
"Yes, Miss Su."
Then he said nothing more.
They started dancing seriously.
The man, who had just been focused on Su Yan, was now looking at the two of them in such an intimate manner.
It's very ambiguous.
They're clearly having an affair.
Then, eighty percent of the attention shifted away from Su Yan.
It landed on the people next to them on the dance floor.
This girl is pretty.
Unfortunately, she was already taken.
Outside the dance floor, Su Yu, dressed in a red miniskirt, clenched her fists.
She had naturally seen the ambiguous relationship between Su Yan and Zheng Luan just now.
She had never taken this older sister seriously.
My father had three wives.
The first wife gave birth to the eldest sister.
Her second wife gave birth to her second sister, Su Yan.
His current wife is the mother of his daughter and his younger brother, Su Tian.
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