Hun Ruoruo's Ambition

Dan Chen stood quietly where she was, her gaze somewhat unfocused.

In her memory, Hun Ruoruo's origins could only be described as terrifying and bizarre. Even the Dou Zun expert hailed as the guardian deity of the Dan Family had been nothing more than insignificant trash in her eyes.

Yet this demon, who had toyed with her, Cao Ying, and even the Five Great Families in the palm of her hand, was actually showing such a girlish side of herself before someone else.

And he was such a young man?

Dan Chen's expression shifted as she secretly watched Hun Ruoruo whispering intimately with him, her delicate body stiffening.

She suddenly felt as though she was a little redundant.

Turning to look beside her, she found, unsurprisingly, that the man called Ninth Uncle had long since vanished. He was currently outside acting as a gatekeeper and clearly had no intention of coming in.

Dan Chen: "..."

Alright, she really was very redundant.

"Heh heh."

Outside the door, Mo Yu stood ramrod straight like an immovable guard, though a sinister smile split his lips.

Despite Mo Yu's fierce and ruthless appearance, his thoughts were exceedingly meticulous. Compared to him, Dan Chen was clearly far too immature.

By deliberately leaving Dan Chen here as a third wheel, he was naturally displaying the gap between them in an invisible manner, attempting to elevate his own standing.

Being a dog was an art as well.

What was more, being Miss's dog had far greater prospects than sitting upon that once seemingly supreme and noble Heavenly Venerable throne!

At that thought, waves of lofty ambition rose in Mo Yu's heart, and even his spine straightened further.

Even as a dog, he, Mo Yu, would definitely be the most loyal hound most favored by Miss!

How could