A flicker of impatience crossed Lu Nianxin's face, and beneath her exquisite makeup, her eyes were so cold they seemed to freeze the air. "Don't push me into doing something I don't want to," she said, her words light yet carrying an undeniable authority.
"Am I pushing you?" Li Haiqin scoffed, her mouth twisted in pain as she subconsciously covered it, her voice echoing in the night sky, "If it weren't for you, why would I have ended up like this? You better not think your little smarts can deceive everyone!"
Just then, Lu Nianxin suddenly lifted her hand, and a decisive snap cut through the tense atmosphere.
The surrounding darkness seemed to respond to this abrupt signal, as several figures dressed in black emerged silently from the corners, their appearance adding a further sense of danger to the already oppressive situation.
"Miss Lu," they addressed her in low, respectful voices, their presence silently proclaiming the storm that was coming.
