Yixing smiled when he walked out of the house, but then he frowned, when he remembered what his destination was. He didn't dare to invite whoever was waiting for him inside the compound so he had rather walked down the hill and waved at the guard by the gate to open it for him.
The gate opened and as soon as it did, two guys stepped out of the black limo, standing at the opposite side of the road. If Yixing had, to be honest, they looked a bit scary.
They were big and buff, with glasses on and black suits. They looked like mafias. Not that he would wonder if his father knew some.
"Young Master, we are here for you," one of them said and Yixing ironically snorted. Of course, they were here for him, otherwise for who else? Especially when they already told the guardhouse that. Those two were either new or stupid.
