A car stopped outside the Yan Family's gate.
At that moment, Yin Jiujin was on the phone. His tone was very cold, and his eyes were even more sinister. It seemed like there was a problem with a big project in the company. The call was from Lin Zimu.
Cheng Lin parked the car but didn't dare to interrupt. He only spoke carefully after Yin Jiujin hung up the phone. "Boss, we're here."
Yan Jinyu habitually touched the "watch" on her left wrist. When she saw that Yin Jiujin had finally ended the call, she retracted her gaze from the familiar yet a little strange Yan Family's courtyard outside the car window. "If you have something to do, go ahead. I'll go by myself."
