Uncomfortable, Ye Xinren instinctively tightened his grip on Jiang Yanxu's arm, silently marking his territory.
Han Zhe merely smirked faintly, indifferent.
They walked toward the car without another word. Once they were far enough away, the atmosphere in the yard shifted.
Wen Haoyi flicked the cigarette butt to the ground, then turned to Han Zhe with a serious expression. No trace of his earlier joking demeanor remained.
"You're sure about what you said earlier?" he asked quietly, his tone heavy.
Han Zhe gave a single, steady nod, his eyes unwavering.
"I'm sure. I'll keep you updated."
Wen Haoyi's eyes narrowed. "Let the others know. No mistakes this time. We can't afford loose ends."
Han Zhe's jaw tightened, understanding unspoken. Beneath the surface, something far more dangerous than casual smoking was brewing.
Meanwhile, inside the car, Jiang Yanxu gripped the steering wheel, his gaze distant, thoughts wandering far away.
