Zhao Yang's mind was slowly getting clear; thus, the thought just hit him hard.
Who the hell allowed this little devil to come alone? Isn't it dangerous?
"Who allows you to come here alone?" Zhao Yang asked without turning around. The man just went to the kitchen to fetch breakfast.
Still with Zhao Yun hugging his leg.
"Grandpa and grandma sent a driver for me!" Zhao Yun answered with a smug smile on his face.
The young man was really full of vigor when usually he would act like a walking dead.
"...you are so weird." Zhao Yun shook his head as he took a bread toast from the slim, pan-like toaster.
The man paused for a second before sighing, "I'm going out at 8...to the graveyard. We will go by then."
His gaze faintly turned gloomy when he mentioned 'graveyard'.
Even Zhao Yun couldn't help but pause hearing it.
