For those who wait, every minute, every second, is filled with silence and tension. Xu Mengshan stared at the monitor, watching the cursor that represented Fan Jia as it moved intermittently and played with a lighter in his hand. You Mingxu leaned back in her chair, with her arms folded behind her head, showing no signs of relaxation.
Yin Feng sat in a chair angled behind her, supporting his chin with his hand, glancing at the monitor before his gaze naturally drifted towards You Mingxu.
In order to avoid arousing suspicion, the curtains in the room were drawn, leaving only an inconspicuous slit of light. A dim light was on in the room, reminiscent of nighttime. Yin Feng watched as this soft light outlined You Mingxu's silhouette.