Inside the house, the atmosphere was heavy and tense, but outside, the air felt even more suffocating.
Han Jue stood quietly near the entrance, his tall figure firm and steady like a pillar. He did not step inside. This was not his place.
Instead, his gaze fell on the two males standing outside, especially the younger one who was pacing back and forth like a trapped beast.
The young man's name was Guo Ren. His face was pale, his eyes bloodshot, and his steps were uneven, as if he could collapse at any moment. He kept clenching and unclenching his fists, his breathing rough and unstable.
Han Jue watched him for a moment before speaking in a calm, low voice.
"You don't have to worry so much. My female is very capable."
Guo Ren stopped mid step and turned to look at him. His eyes were filled with panic and doubt.
Han Jue continued, his tone steady and firm.
