April 8th is my treat.
"This..."
"What is going on here?"
A group of people stood rooted to the spot, looking at each other in confusion, at a loss for what to do.
Zhao Yiyi hadn't seen the scene unfold as she had expected, and the triumphant expression on her face gradually faded away. Her eyes inadvertently flicked to Su Ran beside her and, to her surprise, she saw a smile on her face.
A sudden tightness gripped her heart, and that uneasy feeling grew even denser. She hastily made her way into the room.
When she got to the front and stood shoulder to shoulder with Wei Bin, her previously solemn expression instantly turned deathly pale.
Her pupils suddenly contracted, her eyes widened immensely, and her whole body was filled with a sense of panic and fear.
Wei Bin, who had been the first to rush into the room, was now completely frozen in place, a creeping chill climbing up his spine, his legs trembling, and he even stumbled back two steps.