Yan Song hadn't come back all night. When Yun Ya woke up in the morning, the quilt beside her was already cold.
After she washed up and went downstairs, Yan Ke walked in from outside dripping with sweat, waved at her with a grin, "Sister Yun Ya, morning."
The handsome young face was full of youthful energy.
Yun Ya smiled and said, "Morning."
"Where's my brother?" Yan Ke glanced behind her.
Yun Ya said helplessly, "I haven't seen him since early this morning."
"Not coming home at night, that's suspicious. Sister Yun Ya, you've really got to rein my brother in. Otherwise sooner or later something's gonna happen. That face of his is a disaster just waiting to happen..."
In the middle of his rant, Yan Ke suddenly felt a chill down his back. He turned his head and saw Yan Song and Yan Nanmo striding in, Yan Song's cold, gloomy gaze landing straight on him.
