Lan Xu's figure appeared in front of everyone.
Su Xingyue didn't even have time to feel relieved before... the door slowly opened, and the gun pressed against her head was revealed to the crowd.
Her heart jolted.
Because the hand holding the gun was none other than Yan Cheng's father.
Yet, Yan Cheng, upon seeing this scene, displayed no shock or surprise. That demonically handsome face of his remained eerily calm.
It was as if he had long expected this moment.
...
The instant the door opened and Lan Xu saw Yan Cheng standing outside, her expression froze, and a pang of sourness surged in her chest.
She bit her lip, her large, glistening eyes fixed on him.
Their gazes met, and Lan Xu's eyes began to glisten with unshed tears.
Yan Cheng said nothing, merely fixing her with an unwavering look.
With Lan Xu in his grasp, Yan Cheng's father slowly stepped out of the room. The crowd dared not act rashly and cautiously backed away, giving him room to pass.
