Dongfang Yi noticed his small movements and silently curled his lips.
Ji Yunya was slightly surprised. How did Brother Yan come here?
Immediately, a tall figure strode into the living room from outside, dressed in a neatly pressed military uniform, his posture as straight as a sword about to be unsheathed, his handsome face chiseled like a sculpture, and his dark eyes cold and intimidating.
The man walked in with broad strides, carrying in the sunlight from outside, his figure backlit and momentarily blurred, yet appearing even more imposing.
His gaze first fell on Ji Yunya. Seeing that she was unharmed, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, then properly greeted Pei Yu without a single fault.
"Well, well, I remember the last time I saw you, you were only this tall, and now you've grown so much in a blink of an eye, looking even more spirited than Qinghan," Pei Yu praised.
