He didn't say anything else, but the cold murderous intent surging in the gray-blue eyes behind the lenses said it all.
It was a kind of coldness and control that transcended age and belonged to a superior.
Zhang Xuanhua curled his lips in satisfaction and leaned back on the sofa: "Just your words are enough. As for Miss Ning..."
He paused, "I heard she's been integrating the Ning family's internal resources recently, and also has to deal with the Qin family's venomous snake, Qin Yuheng's, who's watching over her. She's under a lot of pressure. Don't let this clown distract her."
Ye Qingliu nodded slightly, his gray-blue eyes looking at the dark night outside the window, but there was a tenderness deep in his eyes.
"I'll have people keep an eye on Ning Xiuyan's movements." Ye Qingliu's voice returned to calm, but with a certainty that he was in control of the overall situation.
"He'd better be smart, otherwise..."
The unfinished words contained a chill deeper and colder than that dirty pool.
At this moment, Ye Qingliu's phone, which was placed on the piano, lit up. A concise message popped up, and the sender's note was a simple two-word note: [Sister Wan].
[Qingliu, are you still in the courtyard? Don't stay up too late, go to bed early.]
Ye Qingliu picked up the phone, his gray-blue eyes fell on the screen, and the layer of cold frost covering it quickly melted away as if encountering the warm sun, leaving only complete gentleness and a subtle sense of care and comfort.
His slender fingers quickly tapped a reply on the screen, and even the corners of his lips curved up in a soft, almost imperceptible arc:
[Got it, Sister Wan. I'll go to bed right away. You should get some rest early too.]
After sending the message, he put down his phone and looked up at Zhang Xuanhua. His gray-blue eyes looked particularly clear under the light, with a hint of youthful purity: "Sister Wan is here to check on me."
There was no impatience in his tone, but rather a sense of entitlement and a hint of pleasure at being controlled.
Zhang Xuanhua watched Ye Qingliu instantly switch from the person in charge of the Ye family to "Sister Wan's good boy". A mischievous smile flashed in his light blue eyes, but soon turned into a deeper understanding and warmth.
He stood up and stretched. "Well, it's time for Gaoling Flower to go back to the greenhouse. I should be leaving too."
He walked to the door, then paused, looking back at Ye Qingliu, who had returned to the piano, his fingertips unconsciously brushing across the keys. The light outlined the boy's cool and delicate silhouette.
"Hello, Qingliu." Zhang Xuanhua's voice was filled with his usual lazy smile, but his eyes were more serious.
"Next time Ning Xiuyan doesn't keep his eyes open, leave the dirty work of kicking the pool to me."
He paused, a cold edge flashing across his light blue eyes, "After all, I'm better at dealing with garbage."
Ye Qingliu did not look back, but just lightly pressed a cold note on the piano keys with his fingertips, as if in response.
In the gray-blue eyes, beneath the quiet ice sea, undercurrents surged silently.
Zhang Xuanhua chuckled, pushed the door open and left.
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