Next door, Huo Zhanting, Suxing Ye, and Li Yucheng were practically bursting with rage.
The anger was so extreme that the air became deathly still. Yet, beneath that silence, a more violent fury surged.
Huo Zhanting’s hand, resting on the coffee table, lifted slightly. A second later, cracks began to spread from where his hand had been on the perfectly smooth, clean surface.
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