"What did you say!"
Zhou Lu was shocked to the point of turning pale, dropping her phone to the ground with a pathetic crash, its broken pieces mixing with the heart-wrenching cries on the other end, leaving everyone trembling in fear.
"Brother Ye..."
She turned to look at the person beside her, only to see the teenager's face suddenly turn deathly pale, as white as a transparent sheet of paper, devoid of any color, with arms stiff and unresponsive.
He broke free from her, staggering as he ran out. As he reached the door, he tripped over a piece of equipment that had abruptly extended out, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Brother Ye!"
"Mr. Ye Xian!"
"Senior Ye Xian!"
The knees of Ye Xian's jeans were scuffed as she half-kneeled and slid on the ground, her knees scraped and swelling red with stabbing pain, but she seemed to feel nothing, getting up to continue running outside.
