Cheng Guomin's words left Cheng Huai and Zhao Haishuang in silence.
For a moment, the hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
But they didn't see, in the dark corner of the staircase, a young man standing quietly there.
His figure almost blended with the darkness.
In the dim light, his features blurred, his emotions unreadable.
He lowered his eyes, looking at the three people in the hall, his gaze without the slightest ripple.
Even upon hearing them speak like this, mentioning those past events, he remained extraordinarily calm.
Not at all like a child deeply hurt.
After a long while, he curled his lips, unlike the well-behaved look Yun Shifei usually saw; at this moment, he exuded a sinister aura, the breath of a demon enveloping him, dominating his soul.
They would soon regret keeping him by their side.
This is the beginning of a nightmare.
...
On the way back, Yun Shifei kept wondering if what she just did counted as helping Cheng Lie.
