By the time they arrived on the grounds of the Shen manor, Weijun was in stitches. He had laughed himself to the point of giving his stomach cramps. He walked into the villa, clucthcing his belly, assisted by Butler Chen.
Liwu barely had time to follow him before she was cut off by Weifeng. Liwu, already sensing trouble, took a step back. After the pressure she had been under to solve the case, a restless night and a flight where she was the subject of comedic target, she wished to rest.
Instead of that, she was getting her brother-in-law whose facial expression was tight with determination.
"Sister-in-law, we need to talk." he said, voice clipped.
She raised an eyebrow, "About what?"
Weifeng gestured to the direction leading to the small gardens behind the villa. She followed him without hesitation. His shoulders were squared, his jaw clenched. And when he sat down, it seemed as if he wanted to break the metallic bench.
