Yan Yinuo gripped a fruit knife in her hand, cautiously observing the room upstairs.
Where could that person be?
What is his intention by coming today?
To ensure the heart her daughter needs remains intact?
The thought sent a surge of intense anger through Yan Yinuo.
She pushed open a door, walking in with a heavy expression, searched the entire place, yet didn't see anyone.
"Not in here?" Yan Yinuo stepped back out and looked into another room.
Two or three rooms in succession, all with the same result. No one.
Finally, she arrived at Weiyi's study.
"I know you're here, come out!" Yan Yinuo shouted as she suddenly pushed the door open.
The spacious study, filled with a large number of books, had a white cup on the desk with coffee that was still warm, the heat not yet fully dissipated.
She walked to the desk, felt it with her hand, and a slow smile crept onto Yan Yinuo's lips.
Indeed, here, that person.
Perhaps hiding in some corner? Or maybe just left?
