The guest room door was violently kicked open from the outside.
With a loud crash, the door swung open, then slammed against the wall behind it with a "clang".
Everyone inside turned their heads toward the source of the noise.
Under the glow of the crystal lights in the hall, Sheng Shi's skin exuded an alluring luster, and his facial features, perfectly chiseled, showed no significant emotional fluctuation.
He stood there, with an intimidating aura spreading all around him.
Han Chengchi spoke up cautiously, "Shi'er?"
Sheng Shi's three-dimensional profile remained expressionless as his cold gaze swept over Han Chengchi and then settled on the woman sitting on the sofa.
Gu Lanshan's eyes revealed layers of panic, resembling that of a little schoolgirl who had been caught red-handed making a mistake, utterly at a loss.
Her complexion was somewhat pale, her lips habitually pressed tightly together, so much so that they lost their color from the force.
