Leaving the Yan Family, Jin Enxi looked at Shen Qinglan disapprovingly, "An, what you're doing is simply too risky."
Shen Qinglan's expression was indifferent, "He won't talk."
"What if he does?"
"If by any chance he does, then it would mean that I have let down Sister Mumu," Shen Qinglan said, a flicker of killing intent passing through her eyes.
Jin Enxi immediately understood, "I will keep an eye on Yan Anbang at all times. If he really dares to do that, I will make sure he understands why flowers are so red." The words were chillingly cold.
And, indeed, Yan Anbang had no thought of disclosing Shen Qinglan's identity to anyone. Just now, Shen Qinglan had spoken about some of Qin Mu's childhood to him, and he was staring blankly at the portrait of Qin Mu, looking at the faint yearning in her eyes, a sudden intense pain gripping his heart.
