"Just arrived."
Having stared for a long time at the target he failed to capture, his efforts fell short.
Coming home, Wanwan is flanked by another man.
Speaking in a deep voice, Lu Changchuan's eyes reveal a dark and unclear emotion swirling within.
Ye Wan calmly sizes him up with a glance.
From a distance, he seemed to be engulfed in a thick fog of ink.
Now that she's closer, seeing his gloomy expression, Ye Wan is certain: he's genuinely unhappy.
"What's the matter?"
Glancing at Little Bun, who is happily engrossed in play, Ye Wan turns her attention back and asks him, "Is there something tricky at work?"
Lu Changchuan's breath catches.
In his mind, a cold voice surfaces: Just die from stupidity already!!!
Subconsciously, he raises his eyes to look ahead.
As if the three-clawed crocodile is right there.
Following his gaze, she sees the shady path leading to the entrance of the neighborhood.
