Yan Yan quietly gazed at the dust-covered iron door, suddenly feeling the urge to laugh.
And he did smile, a beautiful curve slowly spreading at the corners of his lips.
The hand tightly clasped at his side finally loosened slightly.
The tense body also relaxed.
The voice that spoke was somewhat hoarse and dry, like a whisper after centuries:
"Yun Qiluo, are you okay?"
Yun Qiluo was silent for a moment and said softly, "I’m okay, don’t worry." It’s just... a little scared."
Yan Yan approached the iron door, his phoenix eyes slightly lowered, and said softly, "Don’t be afraid."
Yun Qiluo gently shook her head, then realized he couldn’t see her.
She spoke softly again, "Not afraid, now that you’re here, I’m not afraid."
At this moment, Ji Ruofeng finally felt something was off.
Why is there no noise around here? Except for their Little Sister-in-law, it seemed there was no other sound?
And their Little Sister-in-law even dared to make such a loud noise with the iron door.
He hurriedly asked, "Little Sister-in-law, where are those people? Huang Sijun and his subordinates?"
Yun Qiluo slowly responded, "I’ve already taken care of them."
"Oh, taken care of," Ji Ruofeng subconsciously followed up, then paused suddenly, eyes wide open in disbelief, "Taken, taken care of?"
"Yeah," the girl’s soft voice carried an air of rightful disdain, "they were lousy."
He thought he might still be not fully awake from the car ride just now.
Otherwise, how could he have such an auditory hallucination?
Or was it that their Little Sister-in-law... was so frightened by the kidnapping that she started babbling nonsense?
Thinking of this, Ji Ruofeng’s heart began to tighten, filled with guilt and distress.
If Little Sister-in-law truly had a mental breakdown, it would surely be his fault.
His eyes reddened once more, he sniffed and choked out, "I’m sorry, Brother Yan, it’s all my..."
Yan Yan coldly interrupted him, "Call someone to unlock the door."
"Yes, yes, we should call someone to unlock the door!" Ji Ruofeng snapped back to his senses, wiped his tears hard, and said to Yun Qiluo, "Little Sister-in-law, wait for me, I’ll call someone right away!"
It was already night, and the hallway had no lights, only faint light from the road outside. Ji Ruofeng ran down with his phone flashlight on.
After he left, Yan Yan still stood by the door, motionless, staring intently at the iron door.
His phoenix eyes deep, as if wanting to see through the iron door to that cherished figure.
In less than two minutes, the police and Yan Yan’s men arrived.
They quickly and professionally opened the iron door.
As soon as the door opened, Yan Yan’s eyes first landed on the young girl huddled in the corner, her hair messy, her little face pale.
Sitting with her knees hugged, she looked as lonely as a child abandoned by the world.
Her eyes were fixed on the direction of the door.
Seeing the door open, the clean eyes gradually lit up with star-like brilliance, she immediately wanted to get up from the ground.
However, having sat for a while, her steps were unsteady, and she almost fell forward again.
A dark shadow swept by, catching her steadily.
Falling into the solid embrace, Yun Qiluo realized almost instantaneously who it was.
Her small hand immediately clutched his clothes, lifting her head pitifully, "Beautiful woman..."