Ding Lan was also startled and looked at the newcomer. It was a man in a black trench coat standing there, his gaze fixed on them with a hint of sharpness and indifference.
Ding Lan looked at Weilan and asked, "Who is this?"
"Qin Mofeng," Weilan said to Ding Lan.
Weilan truly hadn't expected Qin Mofeng to come, and seeing his appearance, she sensed something ominous.
Weilan warily stood in front of Ding Lan.
Qin Mofeng sneered, squinting his sharp eyes, his gaze landing on Ding Lan's stomach. He coldly chuckled and said, "Weilan, didn't expect me to show up here, did you?"
"Indeed." Weilan replied coldly, "What are you planning to do?"
"What do you think?" Qin Mofeng looked at Weilan and Ding Lan, lifting his foot as he walked toward them.
As soon as Ding Lan heard it was Qin Mofeng, everything fell into place. The things that Weilan had briefly mentioned to her, she now understood the danger within.
It seemed this man did not come with good intentions.
