She had already sensed something strange.
But she couldn't figure out exactly what it was.
She just felt that the goon of the mysterious mastermind was indeed just as frightening as his name suggested.
"Reply to his email, say that Yinyin has already returned to Jinsha Bay," Bo Fengheng threw the phone back to her.
"Oh, yes ..." Wen Yiqing sent the email in front of them, even pretending to surreptitiously take a photo of Mu Yin's profile.
Yet, the email was sent, disappearing like a stone dropped into the ocean, and there was still no response late into the night.
"Maybe your brother didn't see it. Why don't we have something to eat first? Ms. Wu has prepared a lot of delicious food for you," Bo Fengheng's eyes never left Mu Yin as he spoke, his deep voice gently dripping with tenderness and a hint of pleading.
"Yes, Miss Yinyin, I've kept it warm for you!" Ms. Wu hurriedly chimed in eagerly when she heard this.
