The atmosphere on this floor was somewhat eerie—clearly a commercial building, yet the corridor was deserted save for Ren Feng and Briar standing in front of the door.
Before them, the door that seemingly led to the club was tightly closed, but Ren Feng did not attempt to push it open. Instead, he watched Briar with a half-smile.
If I'm not mistaken, isn't this a trap?
Briar seemed slow to react, her face full of astonishment, her mouth still open in the midst of a hurried exclamation.
"Feng, Feng—what are you talking about? Laine is about to escape," Briar said anxiously.
"Don't worry, he won't get away," Ren Feng said lightly. "Because as long as you're here, how could he possibly escape?"
Ren Feng turned around, looking at Briar with a smile that was both frivolous and unfathomable, making him seem unreadable to everyone else.
This was exactly Briar's thought. Her heart trembled slightly, but she quickly composed herself, reverting to her previous aloofness.
