After a pause, Fu Jichen's voice suddenly dropped by two tones, and he slowly said, "I'll make sure you can't stay in Beicheng. I mean what I say."
After speaking, Fu Jichen stood up, brushed off his clothes with his slender fingers. He hadn't touched the delicious food on the table and only drank a few sips of tea on this visit.
He called over the waiter, signed the bill, and left one last remark: "Stop plotting against her."
After Fu Jichen left, Yin Shuyao felt like she had just been fished out of water, her back soaked, her body collapsing into the chair, not even realizing that she was crying out of fear.
*
The dishes on the table remained untouched by Yin Shuyao; she was too scared to have an appetite.
She returned disheartened to the rented apartment in Beicheng. As soon as she opened the door, Yin Chengde and Hu Yuzhi immediately came forward, one on each side, inquiring about the day's events.
"Did you meet Shen Jianan? What did she say?"
