A Bad Premonition

Tell me, he can totally understand you consoling Mo Yang.

But there's no need to bring him along, right? And you even brought a personal attack? -- Ning Yiyuan's already anxious heart had another dark wound added to it!

"... Oh, you're here." Song Qingsong had just finished speaking when he turned his head and saw Ning Yiyuan. His face could not help but reveal a few embarrassed expressions.

F*ck!

This was the first time he had said bad things behind someone's back, and the person involved had heard it... This could not be any more awkward!

"Ning Yiyuan!" Upon seeing Ning Yiyuan's upright figure, Mo Yang immediately stood up from the sofa and strode forward. His face was filled with unconcealable anxiety as he asked anxiously, "Have you sent someone to investigate? Do you have any leads now?"

Ning Yiyuan nodded slightly.