For a moment, the room was as silent as a snow-covered landscape, so quiet that not a sound could be heard.
This eerie silence lasted for ten minutes.
Those ten minutes felt like torture to Jing Yiren, her palms sweating from the nervousness, as overwhelming fears crept into her heart, making her wish to find a place to hide.
She was afraid that her uncle might suddenly lose his temper again, as his mood was unpredictable.
But since her uncle didn't say a word, she could only stand there motionless.
In her mind, she wondered whether he would slap her and order her to get out, or lock her up without food or water.
These options seemed much better than the current situation, where he didn't say a word, yet his eyes gazed at her as if he wished to kill her — a gaze that was contributing to her agony.
Time seemed to drag on endlessly.
Suddenly, Lu Ming spoke sharply, "Get out! Get out of here!"
