With a creak, the door that closed Cheng Yan was pushed open. Shan Yue looked at her sitting on the chair and walked in quietly.
Shan Yue's eyebrows twitched slightly, and her sharp eyes quickly sized Cheng Yan up. Soon, she realized that something was wrong in the room. However, she did not announce it immediately. Instead, she moved a chair and sat in front of Cheng Yan.
Shan Yue tidied her clothes a little and casually draped one leg over the other, slowly waiting for Chang Ling to return.
A few minutes later, hurried footsteps could be heard outside the door.
Shan Yue smiled and slowly stood up. She knew that the person who came at this time must be Chang Ling.
