One of the security guards, upon seeing the casually dressed yet exquisitely adorned and imposing Situ Xuan who was following behind, looked at the high-end brand shopping bags in Situ Xuan’s hand; the guard asked, "Are you here to shop?"
"No shit! Or do you think we’re here to enjoy the cool air at your place?!" Mo Siyu had just endured their idle talk for far too long and couldn’t hold back any longer. He, Young Master Mo, had been dominating the scene for many years, and this was the first time he had ever been so humiliated!
The expressions on the faces of several security guards flickered. Without mentioning anyone else, Situ Xuan’s dignified manner indeed didn’t resemble someone sneaking around.
Especially since he was carrying a shopping bag from their store. Just by their appearances, the woman in front of them was elegant and dignified, while Situ Xuan looked strikingly formidable. No matter how you looked at it, they seemed far more like celebrities than the two people they had caught earlier!
Moreover, although Yu Zexiao and Mo Siyu seemed suspicious, they hadn’t actually stolen anything after all, and the security truly didn’t have the right to detain them.
Jian Anning couldn’t be bothered with the nonsense any longer and walked straight to the small, dark room, gently pushing the door open.
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Inside, there was a large wooden table, with a stool on one side and two stools inside. Yu Zexiao was crouched in the farthest corner, his back to the door; when she entered, he remained silent.
Jian Anning was absolutely exasperated. How could Yu Zexiao come here without a sound and dressed , only to end up being caught as a thief!
"Let’s go back," she said softly.
Yu Zexiao didn’t move an inch.
Jian Anning really didn’t know what to do with this man — no, this big boy. He was twenty-eight years old already, yet still so childish! Just look at Situ Xuan; leaving other things aside, at least he didn’t constantly cause trouble, making her clean up his mess, not to mention his attitude!
She advanced two steps and, concerned about the presence of security guards outside and Yu Zexiao’s identity being exposed, she lowered her voice and said, "Stop messing around and come back with me."
Yu Zexiao still didn’t budge.
That’s when Jian Anning truly became angry. Without saying another word, she walked over, moved in front of him, and saw him with his head down, sunglasses and mask still on, ignoring everyone. His passive resistance annoyed Jian Anning to no end.
"What’s the matter with you? Let’s go!" her voice rose slightly as she tried to pull his arm, but Yu Zexiao didn’t react at all.
"Yu Zexiao!" she lowered her voice, her brow furrowed, her expression tinged with slight anger.
She had had enough, especially with Situ Xuan there for comparison! If this man was going to throw a tantrum, could he at least wait until they were back home! Furious, she yanked off his sunglasses and mask: "Can’t you speak properly? If there’s something wrong, we can talk about it when we get back!"
Having his glasses and mask forcibly removed by her like that, Yu Zexiao’s gaze finally slowly began to focus on her.
From the bottom up, his eyes faintly swept over her long legs, the lace-trimmed hem of her skirt, the fitted long dress that enwrapped her voluptuous hips and slender waist, upward to the snowy mountains, her elongated neck, and even higher, to her face that faintly bore an expression of anger.
Yu Zexiao’s gaze finally settled on her face.