With that, Ping Mei started dragging Yi Wan toward the stage.
Yi Wan finally looked at Zhi Le. A flicker of complex emotion crossed his face before he resumed his usual cool and indifferent demeanor.
Amidst the crowd's looks of envy, jealousy, and hate, he strode onto the stage. Ping Mei trotted behind him, her expression a mix of excitement and pride. Inwardly, however, she felt a pang of regret. 'Back then, just to get Yi Wan to take care of Zhi Le, why did I have to throw a tantrum and refuse to have cubs with him? I wonder if I can still find the Thousand faced Saintess and wish for a litter of cubs with good talent.'
She had always known what kind of person Yi Wan was. He wasn't warm-hearted like Zhi Le's Father, who was easily swayed by just a few of her words. Yi Wan was always calm and self-possessed. Even during their most intimate moments, she rarely saw a trace of softness in his eyes, and he certainly never let her act spoiled.
