"We're at home," the male landlord answered urgently.
"Someone from our sect has come, and it seems they mean harm to the young mistress. My wife is stalling them for now, but you need to get here fast!"
"I'll be right there." Ye Fei's voice was calm as he hung up, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He had long held no goodwill toward the sect tied to the Gu sisters' mother. He hadn't expected them to come looking for trouble first—now they were about to learn exactly how the word "death" was written.
This was the second time Ye Xuan had seen such an expression on Ye Fei's face. The first had been when he helped her eliminate those foreign enemies.
Instantly, she knew something serious was happening.
"What's wrong?" she asked quickly.
"A friend's in trouble. I need to handle it," Ye Fei replied grimly.
Since Ye Xuan and the women from the film company weren't yet acquainted, he kept it vague, trusting she'd understand.
