Song Jiyun stood under a large tree, the canopy above her blocking out the sun.
She stood there expressionlessly, watching the group of men in black deftly tie people up and watching the man kneeling before Yuan Yunzhong speak to him softly, her mind racing.
Who was Yuan Yunzhong, after all?
How had he contacted these people? And when had he contacted them?
If he could contact these people, why hadn't he left her home? What was his purpose?
Song Jiyun watched as Yuan Yunzhong approached her with a usual expression.
His long legs, straight shoulders, sharp gaze, and the nobility emanating from his brows were no different from usual.
She felt a bit of a headache coming on.
If she confronted him, could she bear the consequences?
