At that moment, the elevator doors opened, and Lin Kuang stepped out with Lin Guo'er.
To be honest, Lin Guo'er had been quite scared, worried that Lin Kuang would kill someone right then and there. If that had happened, it would have been very difficult to explain. After all, as formidable as Lin Kuang was, murdering someone was still illegal. Fortunately, they all stopped in time, preventing any issues. Otherwise, things would have become truly troublesome.
"This is the room. Please wait a moment," Lin Guo'er said indifferently, standing beside Lin Kuang as she looked at Yao Zhao and Yao Hui.
Yao Zhao's expression was grave, while Yao Hui's face was ashen as he stared at Lin Kuang. His left shin was in agonizing pain, so much so that he desperately wanted to sit down. But in front of Lin Kuang, he forced himself to endure it, fearing he would lose face.
Lin Kuang couldn't be bothered with him. If Yao Zhao hadn't intervened earlier, Lin Kuang would have already crippled Yao Hui.
