Mo Ran's words were like a sharp knife, instantly slashing through the peaceful atmosphere.
Ruan Fu's body suddenly stiffened. She looked at him in disbelief, unable to hide the anger in her eyes.
"What... what nonsense are you spouting?"
She didn't understand what kind of image she had in Mo Ran's heart that his first reaction at a moment like this would be to assume she had mated with Jiuyou.
Mo Ran didn't answer. The gaze he directed at her carried an emotion she couldn't decipher, and the curve of his lips seemed to mock her panic.
His reaction explained everything. Instead of growing, the sliver of anger in Ruan Fu's heart dissipated.
She curled her lips into a smirk. "So what if I mated with him? This is my business. It's not your place to interfere."
