"Mu Nan, have you really dismissed my words like they're nothing? Didn't I tell you to keep your distance from him? Do you have a bad memory, or do you think your wings are hardened enough to defy me?" the Third Elder reproached bitterly, his annoyance was so intense that he left no room for Mu Hanyan's dignity.
It's no wonder he was so angry; he had just given Mu Nan a stern lecture yesterday, and barely a night had passed—an mere few hours—yet Mu Nan was seen mingling with Mu Hanyan again.
Judging by the way he was meekly following him around, it was clear that he held Mu Hanyan in high regard, not realizing what sort of love potion this playboy must have fed to his precious Little Six to make him so compliant. In his memory, even in dealing with himself, Mu Nan had never been this respectful.
The more the Third Elder thought about it, the angrier he became, and his resentment towards Mu Hanyan intensified.
