Early in the morning, Song Yun drove to the courtyard with a sullen face, Qingluan sitting unhappily in the back seat, pouting at him.
"Qingluan, why do you insist on staying with me? Your family will flay and disembowel me when they find out," Song Yun said.
Qingluan lifted her head and thought for a moment before replying, "It's fine. I'll tell them it won't go as far as flaying and disemboweling, but I can't guarantee there won't be slashes and holes."
Song Yun was at a loss for words. If only he hadn't foolishly ogled Qingluan's naked body last night, he wouldn't have ended up in this miserable state. He was terrified of the retaliation from Li Shishi once he brought Qingluan back to the courtyard.
Following Song Yun's car was a black Passat, intentionally tailing him without drawing attention.
Inside the black Passat, Bald Man drove while discreetly adjusting the distance to avoid alerting Song Yun.
The phone rang, and Bald Man put the earpiece in to answer the call.
