Ning Xueyan looked at him coldly, her brows knitted into a frown, and said unhappily, "Your Highness, I should be leaving."

"Yan'er, if he treats you so poorly, you can come to me. I'll protect you!" Ao Mingyu seemed determined to express all of his feelings. He even ignored Ning Xueyan's displeasure and reached out to grab her hand with the look of a man who couldn't control his emotions anymore. Excitement flitted across his pupils.

"I can treat you better than he ...