"Ding dong! Ding! Ding dong!"
Bright and early, the doorbell rang through the mountain villa neighborhood.
"What in the world is going on so early in the morning?" Sirius yawned and walked to the front door in his slippers.
A disheveled Wen Yu was standing there when he opened the door. Her hair was covered in sweat, and she was breathing hard.
"Don't you give me any bullshit." Wen Yu stood at the door of Sirius's house with a particularly severe expression. "Who is the daughter of the poison master?"
Sirius was taken aback. He took a closer look at Wen Yu.
He had recently been occupied with assisting Lu Zhao in overseas matters. He assumed Lu Zhao was proceeding as planned, so he paid little attention to it. What prompted Wen Yu to bring it up today? Did something happen?
He had not forgotten Luo Ying's warning, so he asked, "Why are you asking this?" with caution.
