After sorting out the little tyrant at home, Xia Yuxun rushed hastily to Leng Sichen's villa.
Just one look, only one look, to make sure he's okay and then I'll leave immediately, Xia Yuxun repeated to herself all the way there.
Bent over, gasping for breath, she steadied herself in front of the door and began to ring the doorbell after calming down.
Why isn't anyone opening the door?
Don't tell me... don't tell me something's happened!
The more Xia Yuxun thought about it, the more anxious she became, and she pressed the doorbell even faster.
Ding-dong—
Ding-dong—
Open the door, open the door!
Even if a woman comes to open it, it's better than letting my imagination run wild thinking you've had an accident inside.
Xia Yuxun's mind flashed with jumbled thoughts of horrific news stories about people living alone who had accidents inside their homes that went undiscovered for days until even their corpses were rotting...
