“Hey…don’t…don’t leave…”

Ye Wanwan shouted in the direction of leaving, helplessly, the corridor was empty without a trace of response, and the two had already run away.

If she read it correctly, the two of them didn't even walk on the stairs and jumped directly into the yard from the window.

As for it?

What is the situation?

Ye Wanwan stood there in a daze for a long time.

There was no way, she could only wait until her body adapted a little before continuing to walk downstairs.

...

At this moment, the living room was silent.

Si Yehan sat on the sofa with a frost-faced face. Xu Yi, who was solemnly standing beside him, and Eleven and his secret guards lined up in two rows with a solemn expression. Standing in the center were Liuying and Song Jing.

Song Jing stood there with his head down, with a look of shame on his face, "My subordinates are not doing well and have failed to protect Miss Ye, and are willing to accept any punishment!"

Liuying spoke with a slightly dark face, "It has nothing to do with Song Jing, it is me who stopped him from taking action..."

On the sofa, Si Yehan's cold eyes swept across everyone one by one, but he never spoke.

A terrifying silence, the air is suffocatingly stagnant.

At this moment, a very light footsteps suddenly came from behind.

The footsteps clattered down the stairs...

Ye Wanwan finally climbed down the stairs, then bent down, panting, stood a few steps away from everyone, and said weakly, "That... disturb..."

"Crazy--"

In an instant, Xu Yi, Eleven, Song Jing and other secret guards in the living room all retreated hustled back, leaving a large open space, leaving only Ye Wanwan standing there alone.

His eyes were staring at her in horror, and he entered a first-level security state, and everyone's expressions seemed to be facing a great enemy.

"Uh..." Come again?

Ye Wanwan's face suddenly turned dark.

What's going on with these people?

Why did one or two see her all like this?

Song Jing knew that his hatred was second only to Liuying, so he swallowed and spitted with difficulty, his calf began to tremble again, and the wound on his chest seemed to hurt even more.

Liuying's face turned pale...

Ye Wanwan looked at the people who were all away from each other inexplicably.

Song Jing had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and his arms were bandaged around his neck. He looked at her expression like an angry young wife; half of Eleven's face was swollen, with splints tied to his feet; Xu Yi's forehead was covered with bandages; Liuying was even more miserable, her whole body was wrapped like a mummy, and almost everyone was carrying wounds of all sizes...

Ye Wanwan frowned, "Hey? What's wrong with you?"

After saying that, he pondered and said, "Is it because you were injured last night to save me from that disciple?"

Everyone's expression: "..."

Seeing that everyone's expressions were strange, things seemed not like that, but no one told her what was going on, Ye Wanwan became even more suspicious and walked towards Si Yehan on the sofa with murmurs.

Ye Wanwan rubbed her arm pitifully while accusing her, "Ajiu, why is my whole body hurting so much? Did anyone beat me last night while I was not paying attention?"

Eleven, Xu Yi, Song Jing, Liuying, a group of secret guards and others were dumbfounded: "..."

Madam, are you serious about this?

We...at you?
Chapter completed!