Just as Yan Wangchuan was about to walk out of the shadows, a small hand reached out from the side and grabbed the corner of his shirt.
"Uncle Yan?" Song Fengwan tightened her grip on his shirt and shook her head at him.
Qiao Aiyun obviously didn't want to implicate him. If he went out now, not only would he be involved, but the entire Yan family would also be affected.
Although Song Fengwan was young, she knew what this meant. Her mother didn't want him to appear, so she naturally had to stop him.
"Don't worry. I know to behave appropriately." Half of Yan Wangchuan's face was in the shadows, and the other half was illuminated by the light. It was flickering, giving off a sense of desolation.
"You don't know how to act appropriately!" Song Fengwan blurted out.
If he knew his limits, he wouldn't have been dragged into the police station.
Yan Wangchuan's face stiffened.
