"Sang'er, you should understand me,"
Ya Molian looked at Lin Caisang and raised his hand to lightly tap the tip of her nose.
"In my eyes, there are only two kinds of women in this world, you and everyone else. You are the one who is to accompany me through this life, and as for others... if they dare to ruin what's between you and me, then I will make them—dead!"
As he spoke, his bloodthirsty gaze turned toward Zhou Yan.
"Sss!"
Zhou Yan gasped sharply, truly wanting to flee through the door.
But just at this moment, her grandfather was clutching her arm tightly, and she couldn't even walk away.
"Grandpa... Grandpa..."
With tear-filled eyes, she looked toward her own grandfather, hoping he would let her go.
But how could Elder Mr. Zhou oblige her wish? Right now, the one thought in his heart was to have Ya Molian take a fancy to his granddaughter, which would make everyone happy.