The elevator doors slowly closed with a "hum" sound and began to ascend.
Fang Cheng slightly turned his body, discreetly putting some distance between himself and the two unexpected guests, his gaze sweeping back and forth across them.
The two were supporting each other, their steps unsteady.
One of them had a small build, looking at most sixteen or seventeen years old, yet his fierce demeanor didn't match his youthful face.
He bit his lower lip hard, his eyes wide open, full of vigilance and hostility. As soon as he stood firm inside, he glared at Fang Cheng, seemingly warning him to mind his own business.
Then, the young man turned his attention back to the middle-aged man beside him, supporting him firmly and continuously asking in a low voice:
"Uncle, how are you? Hang in there!"
"We're almost to the room; once you take the medicine, you'll be fine..."
His voice carried the distinctive raspiness of adolescence, trembling slightly due to anxiety.
