A sudden dizziness swept over her,
and the abrupt discomfort made Shen Cheng furrow her brows, as beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She reached out to steady herself against the wall, trying to stabilize her swaying body, but her hands suddenly went weak, and she lost all strength.
Then, darkness fell before her eyes, and she lost consciousness.
Just as she was about to collapse, a large hand timely caught her around the waist and scooped her into an embrace.
Looking down at the woman who had fainted in his arms, his captivating black eyes were as cold as the depths of a winter lake, faintly exuding a dangerous aura.
It felt like one glance from him could spell death.
Behind him stood ten bodyguards in black, standing ramrod straight.
Seeing him lift Shen Cheng by her waist, one of them respectfully asked, "Young Master, shall we return to the mansion now?"
"Mm." With a single word from Leng Chen, Shi Yu took long strides forward.
