Inside the room, Lu Sirong was desperately pleading, her voice filled with terror and fear as she struggled and screamed.
There was indeed someone inside, and from her reaction, it wasn't hard to imagine what she was going through at that moment.
Lu Fengxuan gripped the doorknob, her hand tightening slightly.
"You're feeling sympathy for your enemy."
Yu Chiyin's tall frame suddenly leaned down, whispering in her ear, "If you hadn't reacted quickly, the one trapped inside right now would be you. Lu Fengxuan, feeling sympathy for your enemy will only get yourself killed."
He warned coldly, a fleeting trace of cunning in his eyes, elusive.
Lu Fengxuan's cheeks turned towards him, raising an eyebrow, "Who's sympathizing with her? I'm just guarding the door to prevent her from seizing the chance to escape."
Her sympathize with Lu Sirong? What a joke!
In his eyes, did she appear to be such a virtuous person?
