The violent wind raged outside, while within, the maids served tea. For a brief moment, all that could be heard was the delicate clinking of the teacups.
Yan Wanqing leisurely sipped her tea, with no intention of initiating conversation.
Her first impression of the Angel Envoy was one of dislike.
Towards those she disliked, she naturally had no inclination to speak first.
Meanwhile, the Angel Envoy was preoccupied with wondering when the rain would start, considering how to coordinate with Huai Xinmei's forces both inside and out later on.
Just then, Cong Ge rushed in from outside in a panic: "Miss!"
"What happened?" Yan Wanqing asked as she set down her cup, knowing that Cong Ge was always very reliable; something significant must have occurred to cause her such agitation.
Cong Ge glanced at the Angel Envoy in the room but, regardless of his presence, spoke out directly.
"A group of people have surrounded the mansion outside, and they're making a racket."
