In the late night at the Prime Minister Residence, it was already past curfew when someone vaulted over the wall with incredible agility, a few jumps and they were back in their own courtyard.
The courtyard was pitch black, and this person breathed a sigh of relief, skillfully entered the house, but just as they stepped over the threshold, their eyes sharpened, and they stared at a shadowy figure in the room, demanding, "Who are you?"
With a swift shout, a sword was unsheathed, the movement was extremely quick, and in the blink of an eye, it was at the intruder's throat.
At the same time, a familiar voice rang out in the room, "It's already been an hour past curfew, you're late. No discipline."
"Dad?" Sun Qiaoyan's hand froze, and she swiftly sheathed the sword, her movement was also exceptionally adept, as if afraid that if she were even a second late, the sword would never belong to her again.
Prime Minister Sun snorted coldly.
