Ziyu walked into Mr. Qin's office with a pale look on his face. The usually composed and confident man now seemed to be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Mr. Qin, immersed in reading a contract, looked up, sensing the gravity of the situation immediately.
His eyes narrowed as he took in Ziyu's demeanor, and a single word escaped his lips, laced with authority and impatience.
"Speak."
Ziyu sighed deeply, feeling a knot tighten in his stomach. "Yuan Yuna has been released. I just got the news," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly, a chill that seeped into Ziyu's bones.
He could feel the icy atmosphere closing in around him, as if the walls themselves were pressing in with the weight of impending doom.
Mr. Qin's face flashed through a series of emotions—shock, anger, and something far more dangerous—before settling into a mask of cold fury.