The bodyguards stood in a line outside the complex carved door, blocking the way.
"Master Yan, the person has already gone in to report. Please wait a moment."
She looked back at the man. His clothes were wrinkled, his face was Haggard, and stubble had grown on his chin. He looked Haggard and disheveled as if he had been locked up at home for a long time.
Not far away, two figures gradually became clear.
Yan Sichen couldn't care less about his image as he rushed up and shouted,"Qingqing!" Ning Qing, it's me!"
If the bodyguard hadn't stopped him, he would have probably rushed up.
Nian che glanced at the agitated man, then at the woman beside him.
She didn't show much emotion, as if she was indifferent to such a scene.
She stopped three or four steps behind the bodyguard.
Yan Sichen had gone through a lot and no longer had the gentle appearance of a gentleman.
The moment he saw her, he actually smiled.
