Thinking this, he smugly followed Feng Ye's pace.
"Mr. Feng, what are you looking for?" Zhao Jianghong appeared behind Feng Ye, his eye corners crinkling into a smile.
Feng Ye ignored him and continued walking into the courtyard, where he saw Yun Yue arrogantly sitting with two men in black under her feet.
Zhao Jianghong, seeing someone who shouldn't be here, showed a hint of astonishment in his eyes, which Yun Yue quickly caught.
His gaze landed on the two men beneath Yun Yue's feet. On the surface, he appeared calm, but inside, a storm raged.
Especially when he met her half-smiling gaze, it was as if she had seen through everything.
His heart skipped a beat, not understanding why a high school student had such an oppressive gaze.
Her arm rested on her thigh, her cold eyes withdrawn, and her voice unusually chilly, "These two men tried to knock me out with sedatives. Since this happened at the Zhao Mansion, I wonder how Old Master Zhao would explain this?"
