The housekeeper's voice sounded outside the door, and Yi Xiaoling's body instantly froze in place, staring straight at the door.

Did she get it wrong just now?

She must be too nervous and hallucinating.

How could it be possible that when she thought of her father, father came...

Even the fortune teller can’t count it so accurately.

"Yi Xiaoling, are you awake?" The butler's voice rang again.

"..." It's really not her illusion.

Yi Xiaoling raised her head and glanced ahead, then lowered her head to glance at herself. If she went out like this, she would not be taken home by her father, but would be directly broken.

"Butler, where's Brother Han?" Yi Xiaoling rolled up the quilt tightly, moved to the door, and asked through the door.

"Young Master received the news that Mr. Yi had come, he had already stepped downstairs. Now he is drinking tea with Mr. Yi downstairs so that you don't have to rush downstairs for Yi Xiaoling."

The housekeeper's voice came from outside the door.

As soon as Yi Xiaoling heard Yan Shuhan accompany Yi Haiyin downstairs, that tight nerve instantly relaxed.

Telling the housekeeper that he already knew, he tightened the quilt and walked towards the bathroom.

She has to take a shower and change into safe clothes...

Yan's living room.

Yi Haiyin sat on the leather sofa with his slender legs folded together, leaning back slightly, supporting his head with one hand, and looking at Yan Shuhan who was sitting in front of him.

The father-in-law looked at his son-in-law, the more he looked at it, the more unpleasant.

"Xiao Ling didn't go home yesterday." Yi Haiyin put down the teacup in his hand and spit out a word from his thin lips.

When the words fell, his eyes became sharp, and he looked up and down Yan Shuhan.

How does he feel, looking at this stinky boy today, what's wrong?

He was refreshed, and there was joy that could not be concealed in his eyebrows...

Yan Shuhan was a monster when he was young, like Yan Chengchi, even darker than Yan Chengchi. When has he ever been so emotional?

Weird, so weird!

Yi Haiyin always feels unspeakable.

So the first thing he said was temptation...

Yan Shuhan sat in front of Yi Haiyin, sitting properly, the enchanting face, the outline was slightly stretched, and he wanted to laugh, but the person sitting opposite was Yi Haiyin, and he could only endure it.

Even he did not expect that the first time he and Yi Xiaoling would be caught by his father-in-law.

If Yi Haiyin knows what good he did last night, he guesses he will have to break at least one leg today...

Moreover, it is very likely that the third leg was broken...

When he thought of this, the smile at the corner of Yan Shuhan's mouth disappeared completely, and his eyes showed surprise, and he stood up from the sofa, "Uncle Yi said, Xiao Ling didn't go back last night?"

"..." Yi Haiyin frowned.

Yan Shuhan's reaction was too natural, and the worries between his eyebrows and eyes were even more real, and he could not tell that he was acting.

So, Xiao Ling is not with him?

"I heard from the Yi family that she went home yesterday, but didn't go back to the room. Instead, she went to the yard and left suddenly. She didn't come to you?"

Yi Haiyin's cold eyes were filled with suspicious light.

Before he came, people checked it out, and Yi Xiaoling did come to Yan's Manor yesterday.

It's just that she has a detached personality and is very familiar with Yan Family Manor. After she came, she could not be sure whether she secretly left without the guard's attention.

But if Yan Shuhan insisted that she had never been there, then this matter would be tricky.