Footsteps echoed at that moment.
Si Fuqing looked up, her fox-like eyes narrowing slightly.
The man approached with a measured gait, his figure blending seamlessly with the moonlit night, rendering his features indistinct.
Despite his inherently noble aura, in that instant, he resembled a war deity, born of bloodshed on the battlefield, returning triumphant over his enemies.
"Ah!"
The pressure intensified once again, and the young man could no longer hold back. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath instantly weakening.
His eyes widened in shock.
This man... Who is this man now?
"Boss," Si Fuqing stood up, her demeanor calm and unaffected. "Didn't you say you'd join me in watching Ningning's assessment today? I waited all day, but you never showed up. Why are you like this?"
Experience told her to strike first.
Yu Xiheng halted in his steps.
