The doors swiftly shut behind Shen Ru and the others, barring the eerie dolls and the crowd whose eyes had turned red with greed outside.
Sheng Ziyao looked at his boss in terror. His boss usually wore a smile, and the trickier the situation, the more interested he became.
But when he was expressionless, nobody generally dared to get on his bad side.
Shen Ru raised an eyebrow and glanced at the deeply guilty Sheng Ziyao.
There was no doubt that Yellow Hair deserved all the credit for the news reaching Mo Yu so quickly.
Yet Shen Ru was undoubtedly delighted at that moment. That rather despicable emotion came precisely from the man's anger.
No, jealousy and possessiveness would be more accurate.
The love and possessiveness he had stirred in that arrogant man thrilled Shen Ru like never before. Even his fingertips gripping the cloak trembled and tingled.
He knew the man would not take an obvious trap too seriously or let it provoke extreme emotions, but Shen Ru did not mind coaxing this rather unhappy-looking priest.
"I'm very picky, too."
Shen Ru straightened and left the man's embrace. Watching his expression visibly darken, he added with a bright smile:
"I don't like just any lunatic."
Mo Yu clearly had not expected Shen Ru to say it so directly. He froze, then seemed to think of something and suddenly let out a low chuckle:
"Shen Ru, are you sure?"
Shen Ru knitted his brows. He did not know what Mo Yu kept trying to emphasize, and the moment the man finished speaking, a nameless anger surged in his chest.
He stepped forward, seized the white fabric at the man's collar, and said with undisguised malice:
"Of course I'm sure. And remember this, Mo Yu: if you ever fall for someone