Her phone had been dead when he had tried calling her, and after she charged it and saw his missed call, she had not called him back. However, she hadn't expected him to actually find this place so directly?
Song Yan still felt very strange.
What kind of means had he employed to track her down with such precision?
Song Yan narrowed her eyes, hiding all her emotions, and responded indifferently, "I'm fine."
Qin Wang noticed something off about her expression.
Only then did he realize that she was only wearing a bathrobe, her hair slightly disheveled, making her look lazy yet bewitching.
He inadvertently caught a glimpse of the faint red mark under her hair on her neck. His pupils suddenly constricted, his hands that hung at his sides clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white.
"Who are you with?" he asked, his voice deepening, the usually gentle expression on his face now tense.
People like them, who had trained for so long, paid great attention to details.
