The rumbling outside had stopped, but the panic had just begun. Seeing the President stuck on the floor as if he had no strength to safeguard his composure, Ling Qingyu sighed pretentiously.
"Now you know the source of my confidence." She removed her glasses, massaged the corners of her eyes, and put them back on, contrasting the weary atmosphere.
No one saw her finger shaking slightly while holding the spectacles for a brief second.
However, nobody had the mood to pay attention to the smallest detail to spot the awkwardness.
Noting the explosion outside and its relevance to Ling Qingyu, the President's only security guard, whom he trusted, immediately reached for his gun.
No idea what struck his mind to dare to pull out a handgun at her. Ling Qingyu noticed it and naturally, Xiao Yue, who had been paying attention the whole time, picked it up.
