At the stairs behind her.
Ji Muye's tall and upright figure stood silently by the railing.
His black shirt was slightly wrinkled, a few buttons undone at the collar revealing a large expanse of fair skin, and his sleeves were casually rolled up to his forearms, his powerful arms lazily draped over the railing.
The chilly and noble temperament, coupled with an unignorable strong presence, was even more resplendent under the warm amber wall lights of the corridor.
He didn't say anything. His mere presence was enough to secure victory.
Song Henian's silence triggered a conditioned reflex in Lu Xining. She turned her head and immediately scowled upon seeing the man standing at the top of the second-floor stairs.
This man was doing it on purpose!
She turned back towards the entrance and said to Song Henian, "He's here to see the two kids. What brings you here so late?"
Song Henian withdrew his gaze and nodded at her, "My legs have regained sensation."