"Come down."
Again, Pei Yansi's voice came from the phone, deep, firm, and brooking no refusal.
Shen Heyu stood still, looking down at Pei Yansi's hidden features in the darkness, remaining silent.
Lu Yunlan noticed something was off and walked forward, also seeing Pei Yansi beneath the villa.
She frowned, not knowing that Shen Heyu's call was still connected, and blurted out, "Why is this man still following us? He's so disobedient, like a resentful husband. Can't be without his wife for a minute, always dogging her steps—that's too terrifying, isn't it? Heyu, what did you ever see in him?"
Lu Yunlan, being a pampered heiress, had grown accustomed to speaking her mind without filter, though she meant no harm.
Shen Heyu knew her temperament and did not feel offended by her words, but on the phone, Pei Yansi heard everything she said.
