At that moment, Lan Xiu was lazily curled up in his chair, fingers lightly tapping at the armrest. His long legs were casually sprawled against the edge of the table. He was listlessly watching his computer screen, occasionally typing a few keystrokes.
After a while, he reached for the phone on his desk and ordered, "Prepare the aircraft, we're heading back to Imperial City. Keep it secret."
He then called Fei Zi and instructed him to keep an extra close watch on Yuanya during his absence.
Especially when she was outside, she wasn't to be out of their sight.
Pay particular attention to Duan Jingwen and Bei Yunhuan. If anything goes wrong, you'll be held responsible!"
Fei Zi, frightened, nearly dropped his phone.
While Lan Xiu would have liked to take Yuanya with him, he knew the woman cherished her studies.
This year she had already taken a few leaves of absence, so it seemed futile to ask her again, so he decided not to insist.
