Qiao Huan stared in disbelief at the cold, imposing man. The scene of Yan Ting willingly enduring humiliation to save A Bao when they first met flashed through his mind. He tried in vain to find a trace of the man he used to know.
The beaded crown hid the upper half of Yan Ting's face, so Qiao Huan couldn't make out his expression. Instead, the golden dragon robe stung his eyes.
Theme: I don't know.
Ah Xi, write it well in big letters, Nima, I really want to rush in and kill the scumbag with my own hands!!!