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Lu Weiliang was just about to see what the two of them were talking about when, during the party, he held her hand and made her touch his Sentinel, who had actually snuggled into his arms.

She frowned, looking somewhat displeased.

This sentry looked quite handsome last time I saw him, but now, I don't know what happened, he has two wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Moreover, her skin was no longer as smooth and delicate as it used to be.

I'm aging too fast.

Lu Weiliang raised an eyebrow and asked, "How old are you?"

A Lei bit her lip shyly: "Zi Tsk, I just had my birthday, I'm 24 now."

She thought she would gain Director Xiang's favor, but to her surprise, Lu Weiliang withdrew her arm with her knuckles, then dusted off the sleeve that A Lei had wrinkled, and the smile on her lips faded.

"Then you can leave. I don't like older men now; it gives me the feeling that they're taking advantage of me."

Yes.

She never takes men over 18 seriously.

She's only 21; she should be looking for young sentries who are 18 or 19.

Instead of being taken advantage of by bigger, smelly guys, as for those 24 or 25-year-olds, let's wait until her 60th birthday to have some.

Of course, these were all excuses; she just wanted to get the refund as soon as possible and leave immediately.

But this damn refund is just never coming.

The oldest person present was Yan Mu, who was almost 30 years old. At this moment, his face inexplicably turned sour.

If she hadn't been wearing a veil, I would have thought someone had led out their donkey.

Just a second ago, he was actually delighted because he could see that Lu Weiliang had no feelings for those dog sentinels at all; to be precise, she even seemed a little disgusted.

Although his relationship with Lu Weiliang wasn't even that of business partners, this subtle feeling inexplicably pleased him.

But when it comes to age, that subtle feeling disappears.

He instantly swelled up like a pufferfish.

Although most sentinel dogs are domesticated, there are still not many who start working as service dogs around the age of 18.

After this selection process, only six people remained in the private room, and even A Lei and his group were eliminated.

Lu Weiliang took a sip of fruit wine and started finding fault again, "Manager, I've looked at them, and I don't really like these six either. I won't order them today. Oh, by the way, why hasn't the refund arrived yet?"

The manager received a meaningful look from Yan Mu, and he understood that Yan Mu meant Lu Weiliang had to choose one today.

And the person chosen must be him!

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Why were these two doing cosplay here instead of at home?

I'm truly impressed!

The manager smiled obsequiously, then racked his brains for an excuse: "Director Lu, we're worried about you being alone in the room. How about this, please don't make things difficult for me, just leave one of you to ensure your safety, okay?"

"Alright."

Lu Weiliang glanced around randomly and noticed a young sentry with blue hair and blue eyes who caught her eye.

It's probably a case of loving the house because of its owner,

She pointed at that person: "Um, let's keep the fifth one!"

Happiness came too fast, like a tornado. Before the little sentry could react and was about to express his gratitude, Yan Mu interrupted him.

"Why didn't you choose me?"

Soft music was playing in the private room, but the volume was low enough to mask Yan Mu's original voice, so Lu Weiliang didn't recognize who it was and just thought it was a troublemaking sentry vying for favor.

She can give affection, but others can't demand it.

Her temper flared up.

"No, I don't like white-haired sentries."

Are you sure you don't want to order?

These words immediately ignited Lu Weiliang's anger. This is a service industry, and those who sell services are asking for God's help?

"So what? I'm not targeting you today, what are you going to do about it?"

"There's nothing we can do."

Yan Mu shook his head, staring at Lu Weiliang with a hint of displeasure, and slowly approached her under her slightly angry gaze.

He sat down at the coffee table in front of her, raised his hand, and removed the white veil, revealing his sickly yet wild face.

Upon seeing that face, Lu Weiliang swayed and nearly fell off the sofa.

Even his speech was halting and stammering.

"What...what are you doing here?"

Yan Mu, however, answered irrelevantly: "Slightly cool, are you sure you don't want to order from your husband?"

What a provocation!

They've been provoking us all along!

Lu Weiliang stared intently into those eyes, which were white with a hint of gray, appearing calm and without any fluctuation, yet seemingly hiding a trace of resentment within, like the resentment of not choosing him among a group of people inferior to him.

It's similar to the resentment of an ancient wife who resented her husband for going out to have fun, while the girls there weren't as young and beautiful as she was.

This kind of perversion truly baffled Lu Weiliang.

She was slightly annoyed. "Just say what you have to say. If you don't, I'm leaving. I have things to do at home."

She just wanted to get away as quickly as possible.

"All of you, get out of here." Yan Mu's voice was extremely low, clearly showing his anger.

Although the sentries didn't know that their boss was Yan Mu, they could tell from the manager's respectful demeanor that he was someone they couldn't afford to offend, so they slunk away.

Yan Mu turned around, slumped into the sofa with an air of nonchalance, and said in a teasing tone, "You've married three women already, and you're still thinking about this one?"

Lu Weiliang retorted, "You know perfectly well what I'm asking. You've been in the room the whole time. Didn't you see what I was doing here?"

"I saw it. I cancelled the card. My family is keeping a close eye on you. Those two won't let you come out to play anymore?" Yan Mu didn't even realize how sarcastic his words were.

Lu Weiliang detected a faint hint of jealousy in his words, though it was very subtle, it did not escape her notice.

She dismissed it as a misperception.

The relationship between the two of them is such that if either of them gets jealous of the other, it's no different from being mentally ill.

Moreover, she does not have Stockholm syndrome.

To fall in love with someone who once tried to kill you is almost inhuman.

"Yes, the two of you at home don't feel safe and want me to go out less. Are you satisfied now? Okay, my refund has arrived. I'm going home now." Lu Weiliang stood up and walked resolutely towards the door.

Yan Mu frowned: "You care about them that much?"

Silence, a silence that lasted for several seconds.

"Yes," Lu Weiliang said casually, as if she were describing a trivial matter.

Yan Mu scoffed at the result of being excluded, his laughter containing anger and a hint of barely perceptible resentment.

For the first time, he felt a blockage in his chest. Unlike the last time, this time it felt like a blood clot was blocking his coronary artery, followed by a heavy stone pressing down on him, making his chest feel suffocated.

His voice had a breathy quality, and his tone carried an unprecedented pleading, no longer sarcastic or mocking.

"Don't... go yet."

Lu Weiliang thought he was playing some kind of trick, so she turned around with her hands on her hips and saw Yan Mu slumped on the sofa, supporting himself with one hand.

He clutched his chest, his face deathly pale, and gasped for breath.

"What's wrong with you?"

The system hurriedly responded: [Host, he received a gene-altering drug as a child, and the residual drug has accumulated in his body over the years, causing him to suffer from acute anxiety disorder, commonly known as panic attacks. He experiences these attacks when his emotions fluctuate too much. His condition is quite severe right now; he's likely genuinely angry.]

Lu Weiliang asked in her mind, "Get angry?"

Yes, but the reason is unknown.

"Don't die in my hands, that's scary." Lu Weiliang ran out in a hurry as if fleeing a famine. The door opened a crack, and Yan Mu's weak voice came through.

"Don't scream...don't go..."

"It's dark before my eyes..."

"It's very dark..."