His heart sank at the sight.
He wanted to rush upstairs and snatch the mother and daughter over, or perhaps, chase the man out.
Gradually, the lights in the living room turned off as well.
Ming Ansheng threw the cigarette bud on the floor and stepped on it aggressively.
He made his mind and strode to the apartment entrance.
He entered the unit number and pressed the dial button.
…
"Who's that at this time of the night?"
Su Yue was about to fall asleep when she heard the doorbell ringing incessantly.
She pulled off the covers and got off the bed.
She trudged to her room door and opened it.
The light in the opposite room was on. Su Yue glanced towards the main door.
Could Jiao Chen have gone to open the door?
But Jiao Chen wasn't there. Su Yue frowned and walked over.
The doorbell was still ringing. She walked over, turned on the lights, and watched the surveillance camera.
