In the first-floor lobby.
After Su Ye pulled Su Qing away, the crowd, who had scrambled to their feet in alarm, sat back down again.
Ran Chen took in their reactions.
He chuckled lightly.
"Are you all that worried about him?"
So worried, in fact, that they'd all leap to their feet just because his clothes got a little wet.
As his voice fell, the lobby instantly went silent.
A few of them exchanged glances but said nothing.
No one could understand it. Su Qing rarely met with them, and even when he did, it was usually because Su Ye was present. He spoke very little, and the few casual questions he asked were always about Su Ye.
Most of the time they met, he even seemed to be in a good mood.
But there was no denying the jolt of alarm they felt every time Su Qing appeared—a feeling of respect tinged with fear.
This fear had grown even stronger after he returned from the City Lord Mansion that night.
