"What do you want?" Lin Fan asked calmly.
He and Lan Xi dared not gamble on whether the gun was real or aimed at them. It was better to feign obedience while looking for an opportunity.
Of course, Ling Qingyu knew what they were thinking based on their personalities. Neither of them was ready to surrender and offer their heads to someone else.
"Have a seat, please." Ling Qingyu acted like a host, making it seem as if she were the owner of the house treating her guests politely.
The corners of Lin Fan and Lan Xi's mouths twitched fiercely. Despite the darkness, the two managed to scurry over to the sofas.
Seeing their struggle, Ling Qingyu leaned forward and pulled the string of a nearby antique lamp, illuminating the darkness.
Although not as bright as a typical lit room at night, the lamp, which provided enough light to read, revealed Ling Qingyu's figure.
