The person twisted and turned cautiously, frequently checking the surroundings.
After passing through the corridor and turning into the Chuihua Gate, he entered a small courtyard in the southwest corner. Because it was secluded, Yun Ya didn't notice it during the day.
He lightly knocked on the door twice, and it suddenly opened from the inside. Pei Xinyi said something quietly, then slipped inside.
The wooden door closed again, everything quiet as if nothing had ever happened.
Yun Ya turned to glance at Yan Song, only to see Yan Song's brows tightly furrowed. "Who lives here?"
"Seventh Uncle." Yan Song's voice was icy.
Yun Ya clicked his tongue, as if he had stumbled upon a major secret.
"Let's go back."
Yan Nangui, famous outside, was known for having varied interests. Pei Xinyi sneaking into his courtyard in the middle of the night—one could guess what they were doing together.
