The woman straightened her back, her tone firm: "I promise to complete the task."
Ning Zihuan didn't detect a hint of romance between the two, it was purely a superior-subordinate relationship. He saw the woman go upstairs, standing guard at the door like a god, while he realized Yan Song and Pei Qinghan were nowhere to be seen. The living room was deserted, leaving him alone.
Ning Zihuan suddenly jumped up: "Damn it, Yan Song, you could've just said you were guarding against me instead of going around in circles."
Ning Zihuan stormed upstairs, rushing into the room, only to be stopped by Jiang Xiang, who faced him sternly: "Sorry, please leave here."
"Who do you think you are? Why are you stopping me?" Ning Zihuan reached to grab Jiang Xiang's throat, his move vicious.
Jiang Xiang sneered, grabbing his wrist, "Young Master Ning, Miss Ji is resting. If you don't want things to get ugly, how about I have a fight with you?"
