Disaster, Incoming!

Ethan had stood dutifully outside the room, back straight, ears on high alert—not because he was eavesdropping, but because with those two inside a locked room for more than five minutes, he was fearing something might happened. And now here they were, clocking in at nearly fifteen. 

And the silence inside? Too still. Too long.

Ethan narrowed his eyes at the door like it had personally offended him. He took one step forward. Then another.

Then he heard the low murmur of Lu Jianjun's voice, steady and calm, followed by Li Na's. Her voice—quiet, almost laughing. That's when his gut twisted.