No matter how Xu Lian and the others tried to explain, the security guard seemed not to hear them at all, insisting on driving these people out of the community.
Why would Xu Lian and her group comply? After a struggle, they were forcibly dragged away, their gazes still turned towards Huo Sining's house, their eyes flashing with venom and unwillingness.
Yan Feng's eyes were half-closed, his gaze towards those people revealing a hint of coldness and impatience, yet his face still wore a formulaic smile.
Nobody noticed that, in the midst of the scuffle at the door, taking advantage of the chaos, Yan Feng's wrist made a motion as if twisting a flower with his hands.
With a flick of his fingers, from underneath Yan Feng's nails shot a barely noticeable dust, carried perfectly onto the faces of Xu Lian's group by the gentle breeze of his hand.
