Qin Yu sighed helplessly, "I don't have it."
"You don't admit it, but I know." Ah Da leaned on his shoulder, not caring at all, blaming him regardless.
Qin Yu hugged her tightly and didn't argue back. Tonight had been perilous yet safe. Lu Yuan's appearance suggested that someone in the dark was coveting her, perhaps already aware of her real identity.
Fortunately, the blood on her wasn't hers; otherwise, he didn't know what he might have done.
Qin Yu's eyes darkened, unfathomably deep.
Whatever the opponent's purpose, they had already made their move against her. They would have to be more careful in the future.
…
When Tang Bufan and Wei Lan came downstairs, they saw Zhong Xiao'ai being blocked at the stairwell, looking upset, even arguing with the bodyguard.
"What's going on?"
Wei Lan spoke, standing on the stairs beside Tang Bufan, with Long Jiu and Long Qi behind them.
The bodyguard hastily backed away, "Mr. Wei, Mr. Tang."