"Yun—"
The other person shook their head, "Shush."
Zhou Xufang didn't make another sound.
Xiao Yusheng pulled her, leading her to the door and grasped the doorknob, about to open it—
Zhou Xufang held his hand, as footsteps outside grew nearer and nearer...
She raised her hand, clenched a fist, and prepared to defend herself.
Click—
"Young Master Zhi."
The door only opened a crack, then stopped halfway, the pushing hand still resting on the doorknob.
Xiao Yi stepped forward, asking respectfully, "What brings you here?"
Young Master Zhi...
Behind the door, Zhou Xufang's right eyelid twitched.
Su Qinghou withdrew his hand, leaning against the half-opened doorway, "I came to see if you've made any progress over these years."