"For myself, I guess!" Qin Yulu gave a bitter smile.
Ling Shuya listened to Qin Yulu's words, looked deeply at her, but said nothing.
After a while, Weei Jie came back in, holding an umbrella, looking very anxious.
"Uncle Weei, why are you looking so anxious?" Ling Shuya looked at Weei Jie with confusion. Clearly, Weei Jie's flustered appearance was strange to her, especially since his eyebrows were knitted into a tight frown.
"It's nothing serious, just that there are a few strangers about a kilometer away from our villa, and I suspect it has something to do with Xiong Daoliang," Weei Jie said to Ling Shuya.
