Shan Xun couldn't figure out why Jiang Zheyu was unhappy, and it was making him extremely irritable.
Even when he was calm, his tone was unfriendly when he spoke. Now, seething with irritation, he sounded like he was about to beat someone up.
His tone was as terrifying as King Yanluo's.
"I'm not unhappy!" Jiang Zheyu said quickly, subconsciously taking a few steps back, afraid his fist might accidentally land on her.
But who would have thought that her retreat would make the man's expression grow even darker.
A vein throbbed on Shan Xun's forehead, and his thick, sharp brows lowered heavily.
"Why are you backing away?" A surge of irritation he couldn't suppress washed over Shan Xun.
Jiang Zheyu paused when she heard him. Her body had moved back subconsciously; she hadn't even realized it herself.
