Sang Shen's gaze was locked tightly on the figure in the courtyard, until she turned back into the living room.
The corner where the two of them squatted had high concealment, so the servants didn't notice them.
Until the afternoon.
The two were mistaken for thieves because they loitered suspiciously by the door and were caught.
It must be said that the four bodyguards Sang Qiao hired were strong as oxen and highly skilled. There was no way they could get away, so Sang Shen let the two men detain him without struggling.
He hoped to see Sang Qiao by taking this opportunity, but then thought, what could it change if he saw her? Nothing he said now would save the current situation.
Compared to his calmness,
Sang Nanfeng was not the type to sit still. He kept struggling, "Let go of me, I'm not a thief, I know your mistress, we're just in the middle of a quarrel."
"Shut up, keep quiet. Miss Sang likes quiet," Bodyguard Number One stared at him coldly.
