It must be said that Huang Zhixun's ability to stay cool-headed was quite fast.
He silently stood up and surveyed the room, his gaze lingering for a few seconds on Fu Qian.
Realizing that the situation was beyond salvage, he didn't even throw any resentful glances; instead, he just shut up and left without a word.
In the cover of night, his slender figure actually held a touch of desolation.
Fu Qian remained seated, calmly watching the man walk away.
He was not one for pointless sympathies.
From that man's attitude just now, one could imagine what his fate would've been had he fallen into Fu Qian's hands.
In some ways, Huang Zhixun should thank the Night Watchman, for without the public's eyes, Fu Qian couldn't guarantee he wouldn't have gone overboard in self-defense.
...
Having left with his tail between his legs, the room once again fell silent.
Yuan Shan quietly pulled back her gaze and turned to look at Fu Qian.
"Well done," she said.
