As expected, the next second, Yan Huan led Ye Lan out from around the corner.
At a glance, Yan Huan took in the entire scene in the hallway.
His expression wasn't pleasant: the two people facing off, the scattered pieces of the broken screen on the floor, the shattered phone tightly clenched in Ye Shiyu's hand...
"..."
Just by looking at this scene, he felt a "thud" in his heart.
Miao, the imaginary cat on his shoulder, also opened its mouth and turned to Yan Huan with a somewhat relieved expression,
"Luckily you were smart enough to ask Ye Lan to come over, meow, otherwise..."
"Otherwise, it would really be a disaster."
Yan Huan took a deep breath, but his face was masked with Perfect Expression Management, feigning surprise as he smiled and said,
"Sister Shiyu, you're here."
"Yes, Xiao Huan..."
Ye Shiyu nodded, her gaze shifting bit by bit.
The next second, her mother, Ye Lan, with an expressionless face, entered her field of view.
"EEP!"
