Huo Zun exuded a chilling aura, enough to reveal the depth of his prejudice.
Isabella collapsed powerlessly onto the sofa, her face somewhat pale.
...
Hua Nuan: "..."
On the way, Hua Nuan looked at the man's tense and handsome face, opened her mouth, wanted to say something but thought better of it. She ended up saying nothing, only holding Huo Zun's large hand the whole way, feeling the man's tense emotions and the anger-induced trembling of his body.
They returned to the castle, and the man immediately opened the door and got out of the car.
Hua Nuan's eyes widened, worried he might do something impulsive when his emotions flared up. She quickly got out of the car and followed him.
"Huo Zun..."
Unexpectedly, the man stopped rather than storming off.
Hua Nuan couldn't help but worry, stared at the man's back for a while, and finally saw him slowly turn around and lift the corners of his mouth at her.
"Come on up, I'll carry you."
Hua Nuan: "..."
