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The entire underground parking garage was utterly silent; everyone held their breath, quietly waiting for the situation to unfold.
Upon seeing Jiang Yanting arrive, Tang Wan's suspended heart settled, and she slightly struggled, "Mr. Shen, you can let go of me now."
She hadn't expected that in that sort of situation, Shen Zhixian would protect her behind his own body. In fact, compared to him, Tang Wan had far more experience dealing with the media; it was Shen Zhixian's first time facing so many cameras. His grip on her hand was sweaty, yet he still didn't let go.
"Hmm," Shen Zhixian responded, releasing his grip.
"Are you okay?" Jiang Yanting's voice was naturally deep and rare, and in the quiet, empty parking garage, it sounded hoarse with a bit of an echo.
However, the cold and stern look in his eyes seemed to melt into tenderness at the sight before him.
