Chonghui was only a second slower than Nan Zhubin in running upstairs.
To be honest, Chonghui didn't know why he was running upstairs, but he read from Nan Zhubin's expression a sense that "something's going to happen."
His rich work experience instinctively made him snatch the phone from Zhou Chu while on a call, and his strong physique allowed him to rapidly chase after Nan Zhubin, catching up in no time.
When that scream just rang out, Chonghui was already close enough to reach out and grab Nan Zhubin.
Then, by the time he reacted, his junior was almost about to fall down the stairs together.
He wasn't as fast as Nan Zhubin, but still quick enough to grab him in time.
"Up!" a roar exploded in his ear.
Nan Zhubin, for the first time, directly felt Chonghui's strength.
He felt like a crane had grabbed his clothes and thrown him backward.
Miraculously, he hadn't let go of Xu Pengcheng, which made his arm hurt even more.
