On the way over, Xuan Zhe had already imagined every worst-case scenario. Tang Weisheng had always been gloomy by nature, showing signs of it from childhood. Though he had later learned to hide his thoughts, he could not hide them from Xuan Zhe. Wen Shuang, meanwhile, was a blank sheet of paper. Going up against Tang Weisheng, losing a layer of skin would be the least of his troubles.
However...
The sight of Wen Shuang sprawled on the floor and Tang Weisheng with his pants pulled down was enough to make anyone's imagination run wild. Yet Xuan Zhe stubbornly did not think in that direction. After confirming that Wen Shuang was fully clothed and had no visible injuries, the first thing he noticed was Tang Weisheng's underwear. It had to be said—those who stayed near ink turned black.
But Xuan Zhe had not expected Tang Weisheng to be so humiliated and enraged that he would try to take his own life.
Though this was the third floor, the actual first floor was designed as a grand hall, so it was technically the fourth floor. Falling from here and breaking limbs would be perfectly normal.
With his pants still around his ankles, Tang Weisheng nearly fell the first time he tried to move forcefully. But with both "enemies" behind him, he relied on sheer willpower to stay upright. He then pulled up his pants, fastened his belt with dignity, yanked open the curtains, shoved open the window, and climbed out in one fluid motion.
"Hey?" Wen Shuang was stunned.
Xuan Zhe shouted sharply, "Get down!"
Tang Weisheng paused for only half a second. Then, remembering everything that had just happened, he became even more determined to jump.
Xuan Zhe was too far away, but Wen Shuang reacted quickly. He scrambled up