"Whatever happens later, don't interfere." He Zeqing's voice was low but firm, his words leaving no room for negotiation.
The warning was directed at Assistant Li, who could only nod in silent agreement, knowing full well that he lacked the power—or courage—to intervene in whatever might unfold.
He Zeqing took a deep breath, mustering all the resolve he could gather before pressing the doorbell. The soft chime echoed in the quiet street, marking the point of no return.
Assistant Li obediently stepped back, positioning himself five paces behind his boss. Though outwardly composed, his heart raced with apprehension. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on him, and as the seconds stretched into what felt like hours, his nerves tightened further.
