"Xiao Li, prepare an interrogation room, quickly," Li Weiguo ordered.
The clerk called Xiao Li, who had been dozing off, immediately sprang into action. Her eyes popped open at the sight of the young man who walked in after him, her mouth agape in astonishment, almost drooling.
Heavens, was she dreaming? How could there be a man this handsome?
Snapping back to reality under Li Weiguo's increasingly icy stare, she hurried off to prepare.
Yan Song's gaze swept around the hall before finding a row of chairs to sit down. He pulled up the fallen clothing to perfectly cover Yun Ya's head.
Yun Ya didn't plan on showing her face tonight; snuggled in Brother Yan's embrace made her feel incredibly happy, as if he could shield her from any storm that came their way.
"Tired?" Yan Song asked in a low voice.
Yun Ya sniffled, "A little." As she spoke, she rubbed her cheek against the fabric of his shirt, lazy and coquettish like a kitten.
