Duan Tang paused, his eyes on Gu Yelin as he whispered, "General Gu, I know you have the strength to protect the young lady and the An Family adequately. But as a friend who has been through life and death with her, I feel a duty to help share some of her burdens. Moreover, even if I didn't want to, my old man at home wouldn't agree. He's been pacing around like an ant on a hot pan, and if it weren't for my holding him back, he would have come here himself."
Duan Tang's reasoning was irrefutable. Bai Yiming raised an eyelid and rolled his eyes fiercely, no longer speaking.
For a moment, the gazes of three equally handsome and outstanding men quietly rested on An Yiqing's sleeping face, peaceful and serene.
At that moment, a faint and slow sound of footsteps came from the corridor outside, one sounding somewhat unsteady—probably from a person in poor health; the other's footsteps sounded heavy and steady, likely from someone a bit overweight.
