Yin Ci was taken aback for a moment, exchanging a glance with Anping.
This was indeed rather sudden.
By the time Yin Ci descended the stairs, Fang Heming had already been invited into the hall.
She hadn't seen him for some time, and she could clearly see that he had lost weight and his complexion appeared significantly worn out.
Yin Ci joked, "It seems like you've been really busy recently."
The moment he saw Yin Ci, Fang Heming moved slightly, his eyes full of concern.
His gaze was fixed on Yin Ci, he asked anxiously, "Yinyin... as soon as I got off the plane, I heard that something had happened to you. Are you hurt anywhere?"
As he spoke, his eyes were still scanning over Yin Ci, his worried expression evident.
Yin Ci made an inquiring sweep of her eyes over Fang Heming before speaking in a somewhat helpless tone, "I'm fine, it's just a pity the culprit hasn't been caught yet."
As she finished, she clearly noticed a harshness appear in the man's eyes.