Xia Wan'an was panting as she ran to the entrance of the residential complex, where the enthusiastic delivery guy that Song Youman had mentioned happened to be carrying Song Youman out from inside.
Seeing Song Youman, Xia Wan'an finally felt her heart settle down. She hung up the phone and took two quick steps forward, "Youman..."
Xia Wan'an hadn't finished uttering the word "man" when the delivery guy holding Song Youman spoke. His tone had become much more severe than when he was speaking with Song Youman earlier, "Don't move."
"You—"
Xia Wan'an had only said a word when the delivery guy, with his voice lowered, quickly said, "I told you not to move, so don't. She's in my hands. If I let go, she could fall to the ground, and it's very likely she'll lose both lives."
As he spoke, he actually made a move to loosen his grip, which immediately scared Xia Wan'an into standing still, not daring to move.
