"I expect you to keep your word,"
Su Qing said through gritted teeth, then glared fiercely at Qin Wan once more.
The two were brought in front of the sofa.
Since both were bound and had no ability to attack, the bodyguards kicked them to kneel on the ground and then stepped back after releasing their hold.
Mu Shaochen took a step forward, his piercing gaze sweeping over the two before resting on the slightly older man.
"What evidence do you have?"
Perhaps the overpowering aura emanating from him was too intimidating, akin to King Yan himself, the kneeling man didn't dare meet his gaze.
Head lowered.
"When she left, we took a couple of photos of her from behind,"
"Where are they?"
"Shaocheng, they're here."
Su Zhicheng glanced at Qin Wan and pulled out the man's phone.
Unlocking it, the photos had been taken in the evening.
The setting sun cast its light from the horizon.
