A tea house.
Meng Jingwei leaned back in her chair, quietly watching the window, showing no intention of leaving.
She was waiting, waiting for someone to appear.
“Since you’re here, I’ll tell you, Xiao Cheng and the others will arrive at the Hidden Clan tomorrow.” Han Junyan shared the news he knew with her.
“Anthony should have arrived too, right?”
Since Xiao Cheng was coming to the Hidden Clan, Antina would definitely come, and Anthony had coveted the Hidden Clan for a long time, so he would surely come to the Hidden Clan as well.
“Yes, Song Jun came with Anthony.”
He replied.
“Now, the Hidden Clan will truly be lively,” Meng Jingwei’s red lips curved slightly, and she chuckled softly, “Last time you killed A Ye, this time, are you planning to kill me?”
As her words fell, Meng Jingwei slowly turned her head, her gaze settling on Han Junyan.
Faced with the fatal question, Han Junyan’s face turned from pale to green, looking extremely awkward.
His eyes flickered, and he guiltily lowered his head, taking a sip of fragrant tea, “I still hope you cooperate with He Ka Qing Tang. At least, there will be no threat to your life.”
“I’m afraid that’s just your wishful thinking.”
As Meng Jingwei finished speaking, with a bang, the private room door was kicked open.
The door swung open violently, slamming into the wall, causing a sudden gust of wind to stir within the room.
Both of them looked towards the doorway and saw He Xiao Ming Jin standing there, glaring at Han Junyan with a fierce expression, “Who let you take her away?”
He Xiao Ming Jin, who usually looked as weak and gentle as a little lamb, suddenly exploded, his fury burning. This was an anger Meng Jingwei had rarely seen, and she suddenly felt He Xiao Ming Jin was quite interesting.
His appearance was not unexpected for Meng Jingwei.
In other words, Meng Jingwei was waiting for his appearance.
She was testing their abilities, seeing how long it would take them to find her after she went missing.
“She is an adult. She has the right to choose who she goes with.”
Han Junyan stood up, habitually pushing up the frame of his glasses.
As he spoke, He Xiao Ming Jin had already stepped in. He glanced at Meng Jingwei, his narrowed eyes fixing on Han Junyan, “I’m telling you, you’d better stay away from her. Otherwise, I’ll beat you up every time I see you in the future.”
Considering it, Han Junyan was more than three years older than He Xiao Ming Jin, but when they stood together, his steady and elegant temperament made He Xiao Ming Jin appear impulsive and immature, like a big boy.
However, such a vibrant boy was indeed likable.
“Being so impulsive is not a good thing.”
From behind his glasses, Han Junyan’s smiling eyes revealed a subtle hint of disdain and provocation.
“Hmph, what do you think you are? What right do you have to judge me. Sister Wei is my person now. You, a top dangerous person, better stay away from her…”
Just as He Xiao Ming Jin was speaking, the private room door was pushed open again, creaking loudly.
Several people turned to look, and saw He Ka Ling Chuan, who had just left, standing at the doorway.
He Ka Ling Chuan glanced at He Xiao Ming Jin, chose to ignore him, and walked up to Meng Jingwei, saying sanctimoniously, “Miss Meng, it’s our first meeting, and I feel we have a destiny. Would you be willing to have dinner with me?”
Han Junyan: “……”
He Xiao Ming Jin: “……”
What was going on?
Both of them were completely bewildered.
Of course, Meng Jingwei also showed a moment of surprise, but soon her eyes returned to their usual coldness.
“He Ka Ling Chuan, why are you looking for her?”
He Xiao Ming Jin shifted his target, but he spoke in the Hidden Clan’s language.
“What business is it of yours? Little kid, don’t interfere in adult matters,” He Ka Ling Chuan raised an eyebrow, a hint of arrogance in his expression.