Su Fu's arm moved slightly, and a short knife slid from his sleeve into his hand. These years living on the edge, he couldn't sleep without a blade by his side.
After a long standoff, the murderous aura on Xiao Song suddenly dissipated. He leaned in close to Ran Yan's ear and whispered, "However, since Mrs. Seventeen asks for it, I can be without principles, but..."
Xiao Song curved his lips slightly, glanced at Su Fu, and without finishing his words, turned and left the courtyard.
But what? Ran Yan turned to look at the swaying door, slightly lost in thought.
Su Fu quietly put back the short knife, leaned against the wall, and said to Ran Yan, "Thank you."
Ran Yan regained her composure, walked onto the corridor, and reached out to grasp Su Fu's wrist. She felt his pulse and said, "You're finally out of danger."
The two of them sat down on the corridor floor, while people in the courtyard, frightened by the recent tension, silently went about their own business.
