The Bodyguard's Thoughts

The Bodyguard's Thoughts

The atmosphere at the Yun residence during dinner was fairly pleasant.

Mainly because Yun Lang and Shen Wuxiao had locked horns.

They kept drinking.

Yun Zhiyi and the others did not stop them.

Yun Lang had always acknowledged Shen Wuxiao as his son-in-law, but there was resentment in his heart.

His daughter had beauty, grace, and extraordinary excellence.

Yet that brat had once avoided her as if she were a plague.

His own girl was no good either. She simply liked him, leaving him, as her father, both helpless and heartbroken.

Now that he had caught this brat, he had to vent his anger.

First, they would drink. Once they had drunk enough, he would think of other ways to make things difficult for him.

Upstairs, the door to Yun Xiangwan's room quietly opened.

A little head poked out first, looking furtive.

Those beautiful big eyes rolled around.

After hesitating for a moment, she tiptoed out, every step careful and cautious.

Her footsteps were light, as though she feared disturbing someone.

She went around the second-floor corridor and reached the other side.

Holding the railing, she slowly crouched down.

Through the gaps in the wooden balustrade, she kept looking toward the dining room.

Her fair jade hand lifted unconsciously, her index finger lightly caught between her small lips.

She was a little nervous.

Although she could not see anything, she still wanted to take a look.

She was somewhat socially anxious and shy by nature. With guests visiting today, she had simply hidden away and refused to show herself.

Later, when she learned Yun Zhiyi had come home, she had been delighted to go see her sister. The two sisters were extremely close.

But she had not expected Shen Wuxiao to come as well.

He had frightened