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Half an hour later.

Xie Xiaofeng was still crying, only now, with his head bloody and battered, he no longer ran into the walls but curled up in a corner, grieving quietly to himself.

During this time, Ye Yuqiao and Man Qingting had exchanged glances several times, but after much hesitation, the two, who were both of a similarly cold disposition, finally chose not to offer comfort. Instead, they stood silently to one side, looking on.

Suddenly!

The room shook violently, and the furniture within tumbled and toppled over.

Although they felt a rush of panic inside, both Ye Yuqiao and Man Qingting quickly regained their composure, pressing their bodies against the wall and using their palms to steady themselves against it.

Before long, the shaking of the room intensified, resembling a sailboat caught in a storm at sea.