As these two words were spoken, Qiao Yuxian's hand was already knocking on the wooden board inside the wardrobe.
Empty.
Qiao Yuxian's pupils contracted; she pushed hard, but it didn't open.
No time to find the switch; Qiao Yuxian stood up straight, grabbed the edge of the wardrobe with both hands, and fiercely kicked inward.
The noise was loud, tugging at Gu Yanjing's heartstrings. He turned and looked at Qiao Yuxian.
The wooden board inside was directly punctured, and behind it was a thick layer of foam.
After her kick, the man and woman inside fell silent.
Several police officers entered.
Qiao Yuxian pulled her foot out. She barely steadied herself when an officer in the corridor shouted, "Stop!"
The scene outside quickly grew chaotic.
The sound of doors opening, disorderly running, shouting, and soon gunshots rang out.
Gu Yanjing and Qiao Yuxian moved out immediately.
The man and woman in the room suddenly launched an attack.
