Suddenly, Yan Junze pulled her back against the wall and pinched her hand forcefully.
Zhang Xiaomo reacted quickly and instantly froze.
At the dark exit of the staircase, a black shadow of a head popped out, seemingly glancing in their direction.
This small and dark head was unmistakably Wu Mayun's.
The two of them were so frightened by this scene that they didn't dare breathe, their gaze fixed on Wu Mayun's head, unmoving.
They were frozen for about half a minute, which for Yan Junze and Zhang Xiaomo felt like an eternity.
It was somewhat better for Yan Junze since he had been watching the staircase all along, but for Zhang Xiaomo, who was pulled back by Yan Junze, she was about to speak when she was abruptly silenced, still holding that breath.
The small head slowly withdrew back into the staircase.
