"Uh, Qingyin, let me explain, Mengqi she's not..."
Ye Haochuan tried to explain, but was interrupted by Fan Qingyin's loud voice: "What's there to explain? Are you really going to argue that she's not a Demon Beast? Do you really think I'm blind?"
"This..." Ye Haochuan truly didn't know how to explain. Although he didn't have any ill feelings towards Zi Mengqi, he couldn't demand that others wouldn't have biases against Demon Beasts.
"Haochuan, who is she? I've already transformed, why is she saying this about me?" Zi Mengqi seemed to feel wronged, tears welling up in her eyes, she spoke in a soft voice.
"I..." Once again, Ye Haochuan found himself at a loss for words.
The relationship between him and Fan Qingyin was already very obvious, but to formally acknowledge it now would inevitably hurt Zi Mengqi once more.
Poor Ye Haochuan, usually so quick-witted and eloquent, yet now facing this unforeseen "accident," he was visibly conflicted and lost in panic.
