C38 The Bait of the Smugglers

"Ye... Ye Fann?" Wang Ying's gaze fixed on Ye Fann for a tense few seconds before she snapped to her senses, grabbed a stool, and charged at him, swinging it down with all her might.

But she struck nothing—Ye Fann had already slipped away.

"Ye Fann, hold it right there! Get back here, you backstabbing scoundrel..." Wang Ying's voice thundered as she continued her tirade, stool in hand