Upon seeing Jun Moyan, Wen Xiao’ai felt both angry and aggrieved. Her lips pouted and her emotions surged. She had just been insisting on seeing him, but now she didn’t want to bother with him anymore.
Although she knew that nobody would believe that their pet had turned into a human, especially someone as cautious and of such status as Jun Moyan, she was still upset and felt wronged.
Jun Moyan entered the interrogation room, and upon seeing Wen Xiao’ai, his anger intensified.
He had just come from the surveillance room, and he’d watched the footage from the corridor and the villa entrance several times. Xiaoguai hadn’t left the room at all; it must have been this woman’s doing.
She had mysteriously appeared in his bed, spouting nonsense about being Xiaoguai.
This kind of idiotic approach to getting close, he couldn’t fathom how she’d thought it up.
He stepped forward, and without a word, he bent down and once again grasped Wen Xiao’ai’s neck, holding onto the armrest with one hand, his face stern as he demanded in a deep voice, "Where did you take my cat, give it back to me."
Wen Xiao’ai thought he had come because he believed her, so she had been prepared to forgive him after making him stand in the corner for two hours.
But instead, he was choking her again the moment they met, with a look as if he would gladly kill her.
Looking at the face before her, filled with murderous intent, and remembering how he bathed her, played with her, and clipped her nails last night, she couldn’t describe the mixture of feelings in her heart.
He was so worried about Xiaoguai, she should have been happy, but she just felt miserable.
Wen Xiao’ai looked at him, reminded of his past kindness towards her, and felt her nose tingle as tears welled up in her eyes. She even started to regret returning to her human form.
Jun Moyan met her blue eyes, as vast as stars and oceans, and the image of Xiaoguai looking aggrieved flashed through his mind, causing a momentary lapse in his focus.
However, it was only a moment before he snapped back to reality. His brows furrowed, and as he thought that this woman might have harmed Xiaoguai, the hand gripping her neck involuntarily tightened.
Feeling the murderous intent in his eyes growing stronger, Wen Xiao’ai’s hands, tied behind her back, suddenly clenched into fists and then flung open, a ball of purple light appearing in her palm, gathering into a sphere of lethal power.
Yet, recalling his anxious and worried questioning about Xiaoguai’s whereabouts, Wen Xiao’ai’s hands loosened helplessly, and the purple light scattered away... Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel{f}ire.net
"Third Young Master, if you keep choking her , she can’t speak," Qing Yi stepped forward anxiously and said.
Truth be told, any normal man facing a soft, cute little girl like Wen Xiao’ai would feel heartache.
Of course, he was also worried about Xiaoguai.
The Third Young Master cherished that cat dearly. If it had really been taken or killed by this girl, then her life was undoubtedly forfeit.
Reminded by Qing Yi, Jun Moyan’s mind swiftly cooled, and his grip on her neck loosened, but he did not let go.
"Answer me, where is my cat!"
His face was terrifyingly grim, and his words were almost squeezed out between his teeth, conveying just how furious he was.
Wen Xiao’ai’s voice began, choked with sobs, but she only called his name.
Seeing her continuous silence, Jun Moyan’s hand trembling with rage while gripping her neck, and his other hand tightening on the armrest until his knuckles turned white.
"If you ask them both to leave, I’ll tell you," Wen Xiao’ai said.
"You two, get out," Jun Moyan ordered immediately after Wen Xiao’ai’s last word, fearing that any delay might lead to a graver situation with Xiaoguai.
Qing Yi and Bai Yi exchanged a glance, and eventually both left the interrogation room, walking far away.