Fortunately, it was finally confirmed that the person who kidnapped her was just Huang Sijun seeking revenge.
Although this was not a good thing, when he found out that the number was related to Huang Sijun, he still clearly felt a sense of relief.
Yan Yan lowered his head, gazing at her resting with her head on his lap, her little mouth slightly open as she slept soundly.
His hand unconsciously stroked the top of her head, while a hint of complex emotion flickered across his handsome face.
He watched her soft, adorable sleeping face for a long, long time.
Suddenly, he started to laugh quietly.
It wasn't the kind of gentle mocking or indifferent smile of the past.
The corners of his lips curved into a lazy, wicked arc, while his eyes narrowed in delight.
At that moment, his beauty was enough to overshadow the world.
Yet as he leaned against the headboard, his demeanor grew increasingly languid, a dangerous aura spreading around him, centering on himself.
