"Oh? Young Master Yan, are you looking for the wrong person? There's no one here named Dong Xieyou. But why does the name sound so familiar?" Pei Qinghan said with a smirk that didn't reach his eyes.
Yan Song's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and his tall body seemed to block out the sun, exuding an icy pressure that enveloped the entire space.
The room's temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees.
Like an iceberg, like a spring breeze, as winter and spring alternate, like Hell, like paradise.
"Pei Qinghan, I know you're a smart person, so there's no need for me to say much more."
"Heh... Young Master Yan is not the same as before, so naturally, I wouldn't dare neglect you, but the person you want isn't with me." Pei Qinghan shrugged helplessly.
Yan Song's cold eyes narrowed, and he suddenly kicked open the door to the adjacent room, which was empty, with no one inside.
The room was straightforward, impossible to hide anyone. Where exactly had he hidden Dong Xieyou?