Zhang Ziyin still held her phone with a look of triumph on her face as she watched An Nan, completely unafraid that the man on the other end of the phone would refuse her.

As long as this woman is in her hands, even for a second, that man would obediently say whatever she wanted, even against his better judgment. He would say those two words that she wanted to hear, but her purpose now was not those words—’wife’—but rather to deal with this woman before her.

An Nan’s mood at this moment was tense; she was very afraid of hearing the answer she didn’t want, and even if that man said these two words without sincerity, it would create a knot in her heart for future life. It had nothing to do with others; it was purely her emotional cleanliness from childhood causing trouble. Knowing full well that this is bad, she still couldn’t control herself.

Eventually, the man did not let her down. Zhang Ziyin did not receive the answer she wanted for a long time, and her expression grew uglier as she began to urge into the phone’s microphone, "You better say it quickly."

The silence persisted on the other end for another minute before a familiar male voice emerged, "Say what?"

"Say..." The next moment, Zhang Ziyin turned around in shock, pointing to the person standing at the doorway, with her face full of disbelief: "How did you find this place?"

She immediately saw who accompanied Lin Mubai as he entered, and her expression turned ugly again: "Ling Yichen."

A prominent figure in S City, someone she always wanted to approach but could never find a way to. Now standing right here in front of her, it was hard for her to believe.

Lin Mubai didn’t bother responding to her. His gaze swept swiftly across the room, quickly landing on a familiar figure, but his expression dramatically changed, becoming gloomy and terrifying.

The next moment, he took a step forward but was immediately ordered to halt by Zhang Ziyin, who was closest to An Nan: "Lin Mubai, don’t forget—you are my husband now."

Cold ridicule swiftly passed across his lips, but Lin Mubai said nothing. He directly took a red booklet from his pocket and threw it over: "Is this what you want?"

Zhang Ziyin quickly picked up the booklet from the ground in ecstatic joy, but upon seeing its contents clearly, her expression grew hideous once more. She loudly accused him as her emotions spiraled into madness: "Lin Mubai, you lied to me—you actually dared to deceive me."

The next moment, she squeezed An Nan’s neck, forcing her to lift her head. As An Nan’s reddened face was exposed to the public view, Zuo Qingfeng, who accompanied them, had his face completely taken over by shock, Lin Mubai by viciousness, but only in Ling Yichen’s eyes was there a complex affection.

Surprise, a hint of joy, yet also a trace of subtle disappointment—at this moment, Zuo Qingfeng’s voice continued into his ears: "Mr. Ling, what do we do now?"

What to do? What to do?

Indeed, no one has been rescued yet, so what’s the point of overthinking right now? It’s better to find the person first and then discuss it!

Calming himself down, he scanned the surroundings, quickly devising a plan.

As Lin Mubai continued entangling with that woman whose emotions were off, he whispered softly into Zuo Qingfeng’s ear.