Look at me! Why are you crying?

Hirvan was still struggling against Fu Yan's iron grip when the sharp chime of the doorbell echoed through the air.

The three of them froze. Then Lu Hanbing's sharp laughter broke the silence.

"Haha! Good one! He is a stalker!"

But Hirvan took advantage of their distraction. Twisting sharply, he managed to free himself from Fu Yan's grasp. Without hesitation, he bolted toward the door.

"Hey! Come back!" Fu Yan shouted, quickly giving chase. Lu Hanbing followed.

When Hirvan reached the door, he yanked it open, the door swinging wide. His voice was sharp and desperate as he shouted.

"Go away! Are you nuts?!"

Standing outside, Irama looked calm and composed. He noticed the flush on Hirvan's face and the two men tumbling into view behind him.

"I won't," Irama replied firmly.

Hirvan's frustration boiled over. He pushed against Irama's chest, his hands trembling with the effort.