"I have something to tell you," Jian Yi said. He glanced briefly at the house and felt that the place that they were standing was much too near to the French windows of the house. Anyone who was inside could see them with crystal-clear clarity. "It's important!"
Without explaining any further, he dragged her over to the corner of the yard and sat her down under the tree. Try as she may, Song Yu was unable to release herself from his grip this time.
"Jian Yi, don't you dare overstep your boundaries! Let go of me!" She was flying with rage, but she still tried to keep her voice low. "You'd better let go of me right now! I don't want to resort to shouting and letting everyone see us like this! I don't give a damn because Qi Chengzhi trusts me. Qi Chengyue doesn't trust you."
Compared to Song Yu, Jian Yi was even more afraid of causing a misunderstanding.
