Zhuang Jingmo smiled and held Yun Ya's hand, and the two of them left together.
Yan Song watched Yun Ya's silhouette disappear, got up, and went to the window to make a call.
As soon as he hung up, he saw Ruan Songxi standing behind him, uncertain how long he'd been there and how much he'd overheard. Yan Song raised an eyebrow: "Didn't know my cousin had a habit of eavesdropping."
Ruan Songxi chuckled: "I didn't do anything. Your voice naturally came to my ears, how can that count as eavesdropping?"
Yan Song snorted coldly, "Twist words to your advantage."
Ruan Songxi came over, holding a cup of tea, looked at the scenery outside the window, smiling: "The higher the tree, the stronger the wind. If one doesn't know how to hide their light, this family won't go far."
Yan Song turned his head to glance at him: "So, like how my cousin does it? Passing time with idle pursuits, lying in wait?"
