The sky was turning a pale white, and a red sun was slowly rising from the horizon.
Lu Changyuan watched the departing Zhan Rong and the person in charge, pulled out a cigarette from his case, and lit it. He exhaled a ring of smoke, watching it slowly dissipate, and said in an ethereal voice, "You made quite a ruckus last night, didn't you scare her?"
Han Yi sat on the couch in silence.
"In fact, you didn't need to get so angry. Despite her young age, she is meticulous in her actions and didn't leave any loose ends."
"What if?" Han Yi asked coldly, looking toward Lu Changyuan.
What if? … If things had gone wrong and Han Yi had not arrived in time, the outcome would naturally have been… a dead end.
Lu Changyuan puffed on his cigarette without answering. Han Yi, with a dark expression, went upstairs to his room.
When Han Yi returned to his room, Han Jiaojiao had already woken up. She was staring at him with piercing eyes.