A City, Yan Mansion.
The mansion still maintained the appearance it had when Mu Yiliang left, without the slightest change.
In the past year, Yan Sijue has rarely set foot here, but recently, the security of the mansion suddenly tightened again.
The atmosphere of the villa was somewhat tense.
In the bedroom, when Yan Sijue finished the call, the phone immediately slipped from his hand, and his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
Yang Ru hurriedly caught the phone, his face full of concern, "President, you should rest."
Yan Sijue shook his head gently, "How's it going?"
"As you expected, those people still haven't given up and plan to go to S City. Now the security department has captured them all," Yang Ru said with admiration in his voice, "I can guarantee this is the last of them, you don't need to worry about Lady Mu's safety."
"That's good, just in case, have the Information Security Department screen again," Yan Sijue instructed calmly.
