Ling Yue heard a soft knock on the door. She hurried to her feet and pressed her ear to the door.
"Who--?"
"It's me."
Ling Yue heard Ling Huansheng's voice behind the door.
"Can you open my door?" Ling Yue asked hopefully.
"No. Hierarchy's order."
Even sometimes Ling Feng was cold and asked to be punched, strangely enough, Ling Huansheng admired and respected him as a big brother. So when Old Fu said no one could open the door, that including him. He could not ignore or disobey Ling Feng's words.
He leaned his back there. "Are you okay?"
"You don't need to worry about me wait-- you know?"
Ling Huansheng glanced briefly at the door handle of Ling Yue's room before looking back straight. "You think?"
"You did." Ling Yue concluded. She then pressed her shoulders against the door. "What about him? I mean at the bar, Feng Ge ..."
Ling Huansheng took a deep breath. "You really got yourself in trouble."
