Lin Yuan hated Yu Jing. The man's indifference, arrogance, and heartless attitude had infuriated him more than once. But then Yu Jing would occasionally offer him a scrap of comfort, a reassuring embrace, or a palm resting on his head, and Lin Yuan would let down his guard again and again.
Then, by chance, he saw a photo. The man standing beside Yu Jing was his own father.
"Yu Jing?! What exactly do you take me for?!"
The young man's possessiveness and brutality had both been nurtured by Yu Jing himself.
"So, Yu Jing, I want to be the only one in your eyes."
Yu Jing never imagined that the little puppy he had always known would one day bare its fangs at him. Well, how could a wolf pack really raise a dog?
