In the quiet room, a dim desk lamp cast a soft glow.
Xu Shu was immersed in the book in his hands, which emitted a faint scent of ink. Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks—*bang, bang, bang*—shattered the tranquility. He frowned slightly, thinking to himself that it must be Yan Bugui at the door at this hour. He gently closed his book, set it neatly aside, and rose to walk toward the entrance.
The moment he opened the door just a crack, Yan Bugui burst in like a gust of wind. Xu Shu’s lips curled into an imperceptible smile, and he didn’t bother to hold it against him. Subconsciously, he glanced outside; in the darkness, a figure flashed past and vanished into the night like a ghost. He didn’t need to guess—he knew for certain that the figure was Yi Zhonghai.
Chapter 67