Yan Wanqing, in disguise, was momentarily unrecognizable to Shen Shuyun, but she was certain that the young man before her was there to save her.
Next to her, Song Ning felt a chill run down her spine when she saw the young man snap her maid's neck with one hand.
She, more than anyone else, did not want to die.
Yan Wanqing narrowed her eyes at the two of them.
Then she spoke, "Take off your tops."
Shen Shuyun was momentarily stunned, her hands clasping a thin layer of her clothing in front of her, about to make a move, when Song Ning cursed loudly, "You debauched scoundrel!"
What kind of reasoning was it to demand a young lady to remove her clothes upon arrival?
Even though this body didn't belong to her, Song Ning still found it utterly unreasonable, especially in the presence of his mustache, which at this moment she found particularly loathsome.
Shen Shuyun glanced sideways, and in the face of Song Ning's horrified gaze, without any hesitation, she tore off her clothes.
