"Sister!"
With that cry, a young man's figure arrived like the wind.
"I found it!"
The shout shattered the silence of the long street, and countless pairs of eyes turned in unison toward the young man.
Han Tong turned his head. The moment he saw Ye Yunfeng appear with a box in his arms, his eyelid twitched violently.
He wanted to shout, to stop him, but all he could taste was the faint, metallic tang of blood.
Han Yao, however, had completely lost his mind. He stared at the box as if it were his last lifeline.
"Shen Yanchuan!"
He roared,
"The item is here! Don't you forget what you just promised me!"
In truth, he didn't trust Shen Yanchuan. After all, he'd had little contact with him in the past. His only impression was that this Young Master Heir, who was perennially away from the capital, was inscrutable.
But now, with everyone watching, he was certain Shen Yanchuan wouldn't dare break his promise.
Shen Yanchuan's gaze swept coolly over the box, betraying no emotion.
