Bastian lay on the sofa directly opposite the door, his entire body red, causing the man to frown, his handsome face growing colder.
Just now in the car, he was thinking, Bastian usually wouldn't have any problems, but if something were to happen to him, then a major misfortune could very likely occur.
For instance, what happened to Tara Summer three years ago, that curse of the arranged marriage.
He pressed his thin lips tightly, the edges of his lips cold without a trace of warmth, his dark eyes fixed on the little Dragon Beast King on the sofa, his steps becoming heavy.
He did not want, did not want anything to happen, especially now that there were boy-and-girl twins in the family, who shared close blood with Old Master Yancey and were naturally also under the protection of the Dragon Beast King.
So if something were to happen to the Dragon Beast, it might also implicate the children. The two children were his treasures; how could he wish to see anything happen to them!?
