"Second Young Master, the Eldest Young Master gave orders. No one is allowed near this woman."
One of Chu Qingyun's trusted followers was furious and stepped forward to argue.
Chu Yihan swung an iron rod at him with all his strength. "Get out of the way, or I'll crack your head open right now."
Seeing him go berserk, the others hurried over and dragged back their companion, who had taken the blow.
Hearing the commotion outside, Su Qiao knew he had arrived.
"You finally came."
"I'm sorry. I'm late."
Chu Yihan tossed aside the iron rod, kicked the door shut, and hurried over to grip her shoulders, looking her up and down anxiously. "Are you all right? Did they do anything to you?"
"No." Su Qiao stretched out her arms to show that she was perfectly fine.
Chu Yihan carefully examined her and, seeing that she wasn't injured, let out a sigh of relief.
But the moment he relaxed, he tensed up again, his tone turning harsh. "Were you the one behind what happened last night?"
Su Qiao fell silent.
In his letter yesterday, he had repeatedly reminded her to pay attention to her own safety. He had been hinting that she shouldn't go charging around outside.
Seeing her like this, Chu Yihan knew she hadn't listened to him, and his anger flared.
But no matter how angry he got, he could neither scold nor hit her, so he could only swallow it down.
"You're really too willful. I thought no one in this Haicheng was more brazen than me, but I never imagined you'd even dare to barge into the foreign concession."
Knowing that he wasn't truly angry, Su Qiao became bold again. "In these chaotic times, what's wrong with being a little willful?"
People were being murdered every