The dim corridor echoed with faint rustling sounds.
"I'll take care of it myself."
"Don't move. There's more here. Turn around."
"Uh... fine."
Gu Jianlin raised his hands high, resembling a clueless robber cornered at gunpoint by the police.
Su Youzhu stood on tiptoe, meticulously wiping away the dust and bloodstains on his chest with a damp tissue. Only after confirming it was spotless did she turn, unlock the door, and, without hesitation, pull him inside by the hand.
Helplessly, Gu Jianlin felt as though his very bloodline was subdued when facing this girl.
It forced him to admit one undeniable truth.
She had undoubtedly raised him single-handedly.
Su Youzhu indeed possessed the inherent demeanor of a poised older sister; even though she was a few months younger than him, her aloof and chilly disposition was entirely natural. Every look she cast his way inexplicably made him feel guilty.
Not even the majestic authority of the Qilin Venerable worked here.
