"Yun Chuyao." Tang Yun stared at the black-clothed leader, enunciating each syllable with clenched teeth and uttering the name.
At the mention of his name, the corners of the leader's mouth almost reached his ears, "It seems that the Second Miss still remembers me."
Tang Yun held Gu Chengcheng tighter and tighter, as various memories fluttered through her mind.
The look in Tang Yun's eyes as she gazed at Yun Chuyao was filled with nothing but hatred, hostility, and growing wariness.
Yun Chuyao, enjoying the sight of Tang Yun in such a state, casually weighed the knife in his hand, "Oh, the child in the arms of the Second Miss must be the little young master."
Seeing this, Tang Yun pressed Gu Chengcheng's head into her neck and retreated two more steps, her cold face showing a bit more defensiveness.
