Zhuang Yang hesitated in his steps, then changed direction, "Just as well, I need to clear my head too."
Qin Han, watching the man who followed, was at a loss and looked to Qin Yang for help.
Even though they didn't know if they would get the chance, what they were planning wasn't exactly aboveboard, so why was this guy following?
He was a leader of a big company, the young master of the Zhuang Family.
Qin Yang didn't even spare them a glance.
Fine, let him follow.
After all, he was the younger brother-in-law; even Qin Yang didn't object.
...............
The winter night, with the north wind howling through the alleys, moonlight casting a cold glow on the land.
The old pagoda tree in the yard trembled in the cold wind, its branches hung with icicles, flickering as light from the window shone upon them.
From inside the house, the incessant voice of an old woman could be heard.
