The burly man smiled faintly and fell silent.
Zhao Yuanhua's face darkened like ink. Just as she was about to speak, her gaze suddenly shot toward the tightly closed window.
"Who!?"
The next second, the burly man vanished from beside the table. As the window slammed open with a "bang," his figure flickered outside.
He scanned the empty corridor, his brows furrowing deeply.
Zhao Yuanhua sneered coldly, "Just someone playing tricks to scare you."
The burly man glared maliciously at Zhao Yuanhua before returning inside and closing the window once more.
At the far end of the corridor, a petite figure shimmered like a shadow, slowly emerging into view.
Jiang Que stroked her delicate chin, murmuring, "It seems Guardian Jiang isn't here after all."
She pondered for a moment before turning to leave.
