Li Yangyang worried about Lu Chengwen's safety. Even though she knew he could fight, this was still the fourth floor.
What she did not know was that Lu Chengwen could get down four stories even without those bedsheets.
She looked outside and leaned her body out. "Cheng Wen! Why did you stop? Cheng Wen!"
Lu Chengwen was listening so intently that he did not hear Li Yangyang calling him.
Then a gust of wind swept through the hall. Li Yangyang's skirt caught the wind, and as she leaned out, her center of gravity shifted. On top of that, she was wearing high heels...
She folded right over.
She screamed instinctively and clutched the bedsheet tight. Her body flipped over, and she slid down.
And once she slid down, Lu Chengwen looked up to find himself at the perfect angle!
Li Yangyang only came to a stop when she landed squarely on Lu Chengwen's face. Still shaken, she clung desperately to the bedsheet and kept screaming.
Long Aotian and Lu Chengwu hurried out from inside, rushed into the hall, and ran to the window, where they saw Li Yangyang clinging to the bedsheet.
Li Yangyang's eyes widened. "Aotian!?"
Lu Chengwu pulled a long face. "Li Yangyang, what stunt are you pulling now? Don't tell me you're trying to fall to your death here and extort money from me?"
"Bullshit! I..."
Lu Chengwen hid beneath Li Yangyang, his head buried inside her skirt, without making a sound.
Lu Chengwu laughed. "If you fall to your death like this, that's your own business. It has nothing to do with me. Right, Brother Long?"
Long Aotian looked awkward. "Pull her up. A human life is at stake."
"Wait." Lu Chengwu looked at Li Yangyang. "How much did you hear?"
"How much did I hear?"