Li Na stormed out of the hall, her heart racing and cheeks flushed with anger. Wang Dawei, standing nearby, couldn't help but notice her distressed state—her face was red, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He could feel the tension emanating from her but didn't dare approach or ask what had upset her. Instead, his gaze shifted toward Lu Jianjun, who stood rigid, eyes still fixed on the retreating figure of Li Na. Even though no words were exchanged between them, the air around them crackled with unspoken emotion. It was clear something had happened—something deep and unsettling—but there was no evidence of a fight, no visible confrontation. Still, their silence spoke volumes.