Ding Dong—
Chuzheng looked at the time, six o'clock on the dot.
At this time, had the original host's parents come back?
No, that's not right.
They had keys, so there was no need to ring the doorbell.
So who could it be?
Could it be that scumbag Ying Ze again?
When Chuzheng went out, she casually picked up a fruit knife.
Standing outside the door was a young man, who seemed to be just over twenty, youthful and fashionable, handsome and pretty. Walking down the street, he was the type that would make young girls turn their heads.
Chuzheng hid the fruit knife behind her back.
Xia Mufan saw a flicker of cold light in his peripheral vision, but he couldn't make out what it was.
The girl in front of him was dressed in simple casual clothes, cool and clean, with delicate and pretty features, but her face was too cold, icy cold.
"Who are you looking for?"
She was certain, the original host didn't know this person.
If the visitor meant harm, she would just deal with them.
