Not until the door to the conference room closed did Shen Cheng slump against the wall.
Piercing pain in her ankle kept assaulting her, fine sweat beaded on her forehead, yet she still managed to support herself to stand up.
Just as she turned to leave, the door to the conference room opened again.
The man who swiftly walked out had his sword eyebrows upright, his handsome face with sharp features carried a hint of distinct concern.
With just one glance at Shen Cheng, he spoke coldly, "Don't move."
Although it was merely two brief words, they already demonstrated how much he cared for Shen Cheng.
Shen Cheng looked at him, shaking her head.
Her intention was clear, she was telling Shi Yu she was fine.
Shi Yu, however, ignored her signal and walked straight to her. Without uttering any unnecessary words, he picked her up by her waist.
For a moment, there was complete silence, as if even the air had frozen.
