On the third floor balcony, a tall figure leaned against the side door, his shining eyes following her every move. When he saw her put her phone back in her pocket, his furrowed brows gradually eased.
Hands in his pockets, he turned and went downstairs.
He was also hungry.
...
It was a cold war, an unprecedented tense atmosphere.
For two straight days, Qin Youxuan hadn't said a word to Dan Hanjie.
Eat when needed, sleep when required.
Several times when she tried to leave, she was stopped by the guards.
She was imprisoned.
This was the problem Qin Youxuan began to realize sharply.
"I will only go out for an hour, I will come back in an hour," Qin Youxuan tried to get a pass from the guard.
"Miss Qin, Mr. Jie has instructed that without his permission, you cannot leave Yujing Villa, especially alone." The guard replied cautiously with a nervous look.
"..."
