When the sound of footsteps echoed, Qin An immediately raised his hand to rest on the long knife at his waist, a wary look flashing in his eyes as he stared at the doorway, even emitting a faint killing intent.
In a place like this, alone, surrounded by an eerie atmosphere.
He was engrossed in conversation with Wang Liu when suddenly someone approached the room, and the other's identity was unknown which would make anyone vigilant.
Qin An was naturally no different,
Wang Liu also heard the footsteps, turning his head toward the doorway in surprise, his eyes showing confusion, seemingly unsure who could it be.
Qin An asked, "You don't know either?"
He could glean from Wang Liu's expression that Wang Liu seemed to have no idea who suddenly came.
After all, if it involved Wang Liu, he wouldn't show such an expression.
Wang Liu snapped out of it, hurriedly shaking his head, "I don't know, I just had a spontaneous thought to bring you here to talk. Who knows who's arrived?"
