Xuan Nan's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he raised his hands in defense. Why does this man keep haunting me like an unyielding ghost!
Wang Teng stood there, his gaze locked onto Xuan Nan, like a god of slaughter.
Sweat appeared in the palms of Xuan Nan's hands.
Right!
His thoughts were like lightning, and in an instant, he rushed into the cabin. Sure enough, inside the cabin sat a stunningly beautiful woman.
Without thinking, Xuan Nan quickly grabbed her, his blood-stained hand clasping her pale neck.
"Ha~! The Miss Wang from Manduo Mountain Villa, she must be your cousin Wang Yuyan! Don't even think about taking a step forward! Or I'll strangle her..."
Xuan Nan gritted his teeth, then suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
"No! You're not Murong Fu! I must inform them!"
Wang Teng furrowed his brows, watching the seemingly deranged Xuan Nan, feeling as though he had missed out on some crucial information.
"Who do you need to inform?"
