Yan Qing Shan did not bother looking at the woman sprawled miserably on the floor. A scheming wretch like Yu Yan do not deserve her pity. She knew first-hand the danger and viciousness of people like her. Yan Qing Shan died under the hands of one, after all. She was not going to make the mistake of being merciful to their sort.
She sauntered lazily to the rouge settee before turning to the man standing majestically in the corner of the room. He was leaning on the wall with an absurd air of elegant indolence. His hand tucked carelessly in his pocket. Yan Qing Shan frowned at him. What was this man smiling about? His grin was so wide that his face was about to split. Not to mention there was a certain hint of smugness in it. Although, the smile made him a thousand times more attractive. Still, Yan Qing Shan felt that it was inappropriate for the occasion.
"Deal with that so we can have our lunch. Don't make the food wait."
