The moment Liu Muyan pushed open the door, she stopped in her tracks.
For a brief second, the entire room fell silent.
Liu Yanyu, who had been standing nearby, froze as well.
Her eyes slowly swept across the room, and the corner of her mouth twitched.
The sight before them was nothing short of shocking.
The room looked as though a storm had passed through it.
Broken pieces of wood were scattered across the floor. One leg of the bed lay several feet away from where it should have been. The mattress had been pushed halfway against the wall, while a blanket hung awkwardly from a broken bedpost. Even the chair in the corner had somehow been knocked over during the chaos.
And standing in the middle of the destruction were two men.
Yan Mo.
And Rong Bing.
Yan Mo was currently leaning over Rong Bing, one hand gripping the front of his collar tightly while the other was raised as if he had been moments away from throwing a punch.
