As for Yun Ya's private life, Wei Qing never inquired about it. After asking a few questions, he hung up the phone.
Just as Yun Ya hung up the phone, the doorbell rang. Yan Song got up from the sofa: "I'll get the door."
"Master Yan." Ah Yun walked in carrying two big bags, smiling as she greeted.
Behind her followed a tall figure, carrying a sword, with a face that clearly said 'do not approach'.
Yan Song gave the person a casual glance and turned to leave.
"You guys talk, I'll go upstairs to handle something." He patted Yun Ya's head and quickly went upstairs.
Ah Yun rushed over excitedly: "Miss, I've brought everything you asked for. I didn't know which wig you wanted, so I bought one of each type."
There was quite a variety of wigs: straight black long hair, long wavy curls, tomboy short hair, student head, and pear cuts, all kinds.
