Looking at Yan Mi, Shen Hua's eyes became complex.
Brother has come back, but Yan Mi's Xie Xun was already gone. Peering into this secret, girl's lips unconsciously turned pale.
Yan Mi was soon overcome by the effects of the alcohol, a fine sweat on her forehead and her body growing hot.
Just as Shen Hua ordered some hangover tea from the tavern, people from the Yan Family quickly barged in, led by an old woman with her hair meticulously combed, no smile at her lips, appearing very rigid.
She was followed by five bulky servants.
"Madam, enough with the antics, it's time to return."
With a gesture of her hand, the servants behind her surged towards Yan Mi.
Yingwu swiftly drew the sword from his back, its blade glinting coldly under the light as he held it against the group.
"Out!"
The servants looked at each other, hesitant to advance but still taking the old woman's lead.
Seeing this, the old woman's gaze darkened.
She addressed Yan Mi, who was half-leaning on the table.
