"The landlord gave it to me."
Jiang Jinchen brought out the dishes he had prepared from the kitchen, placing each one on the dining table.
Hearing Ning Yanan's confusion, he calmly parted his lips.
"You're talking nonsense. How could the landlord give you the keys to the room?" Ning Yanan walked to the window and checked all the windows in the apartment.
They had been working undercover for a long time and knew to always lock doors and windows before leaving.
Every time she left, the windows of the apartment were locked tight.
Getting in through the door was out of the question, much less climbing through the windows.
Yet, Jiang Jinchen seemed to have appeared out of thin air in her apartment.
