"Qi Chuang, you get out of the car first and wait for me."
Halfway through reaching out, Yan Qi withdrew his hand and signaled Qi Chuang to get out of the car first.
After all, this matter was related to the bloodline issue of the Yan Family, and the fewer people who knew about it privately, the better.
Qi Chuang was his subordinate, and in the military, it was all about following the orders of your superior.
Right after Qi Chuang got out of the car, only the two of them were left inside.
Yan Qi stretched out his right hand. In the palm of his broad hand were a dozen or so strands of light chestnut hair, messily scattered.
He had yanked them from Lu Fengxuan's head just a while ago under some pretext.
With just one glance, Lu Xingye coldly lifted his eyes, his gaze as sharp as ice:
