After Yu Wan finished speaking, she saw a figure projected on the ground outside the door. Her heart skipped a beat.
The shadow seemed to be a man… Is it Shadow Six and Shadow Thirteen? Or Uncle Wan? It can't be Yan Jiuchao… It can't be Yan Jiuchao…
However, it was Yan Jiuchao.
When Yan Jiuchao walked into the house and revealed his handsome face, Yu Wan's mind was filled with one sentence—it's over, it's over, it's really over…
Yan Jiuchao's expression was not too good. His cold gaze landed on Yu Wan's face, as if he wanted to bore a hole through her.
Yan Ruyu was originally angered to death by Yu Wan's words, but when she saw Young Master Yan's expression, she secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Although she did not know how this woman managed to survive Young Master Yan's hands last time, she would not be so lucky this time.