Lin Zhe's trembling hand pointed at the bed, his disbelief evident in the way his lips quivered. His carefully orchestrated plan had crumbled into pieces before his eyes.
"No... they're there..." he muttered, his voice shaking with desperation. "They have to be there!"
He staggered toward the bed in a daze, his mind refusing to accept the reality. His men had assured him—there were two people, Lin Sanju and Bei Sangyun. They had made sure of it.
There was no way Lin Sanju who couldn't move would be able to disappear in just a short notice. He must be hiding here.
But just as Lin Zhe reached for the blanket, Fei Chuan stepped in, his hand blocking the intrusion. His cold, grave voice cut through the tension like a blade.
"What are you doing?"
