Inside the private room on the second floor.
A tall and a short figure, both wearing masks and hats, stood in front of Jiang Yan.
The man leaned casually against the couch, his facial features sharply outlined, exuding an unusual indifference. His deep eyes swept back and forth between the two.
Jiang You tucked her hands behind her back, nervously beginning to fidget with her fingers.
Ruined!
If her brother discovers the baby's presence.
His wife would surely skin her alive.
Jiang Yan was slow to speak.
Silence was the most terrifying.
When Jiang Yan's gaze swept over that small figure, it paused.
At this moment, Su Yimo's whole body, apart from the exposed arms and legs, only her eyes were visible.
When their eyes met, Jiang Yan was slightly taken aback.
Those eyes had a strange familiarity.
Most importantly, this child wasn't afraid of him, daring to maintain eye contact without even blinking.