C90 Disobedience
"Yun..." She reached out her hand.
Yang Yun immediately grasped it. Xue Junxuan's hand was cold. Despite being the victor, despite having the power to crush Su Luo like an ant, there was no trace of triumph on Xue Junxuan's face.
"Ma'am, what's wrong?"
"Have someone guard the door. Don't let anyone in," Xue Junxuan said firmly. She clung to Yang Yun's hand
