Su Ran's ethereal gaze fell on Song Yifei's face, a flash of cold light appearing as sharp as a knife.
"You take a step and try."
Suddenly facing Su Ran's eyes, Song Yifei's complexion turned pale and her legs trembled slightly. She bit her teeth in secret but ultimately did not speak.
"Su Ran, if Xinyan really isn't in your room, why do you stop us? Could it be that you're feeling guilty?"
"Exactly! Just open the door and let everyone see, right?"
"That's right, it's not a big deal, just a small effort."
"I think she's just feeling guilty, Su Xinyan is definitely in her room."
Following Zhao Yiyi's rhythm-setting words, others also started chiming in.
Su Ran crossed her arms over her chest, raised an eyebrow but spoke in an undeniable tone.
"This is my room, whether or not to let you in is up to me, if you want to check, sure, bring the search warrant."
