Qin Xiangning was kicked several meters away. His back slammed into a sofa, sending both him and the furniture tumbling to the floor.
BOOM—
As the massive crash echoed through the room, a hand suddenly gripped Jiang Qingli's shoulder.
She turned and met a pair of emerald eyes filled with concern.
Yuan Shiyao rushed to her side, his eyes scanning her back and arms, terrified she might have been hurt.
After a quick check to confirm she was unharmed, the young man let out a sigh of relief and apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm late…"
"Don't apologize. I could have handled it myself," Jiang Qingli said, glancing over. "Did you climb in through the window?"
Yuan Shiyao touched the tip of his nose, a little embarrassed. "Yeah."
He had felt something was wrong, so he'd climbed over from the window next door to check.
His movements were lithe and silent—one of the advantages of being a cat-type Beastman.
