Qin Shuang looked at the man standing at the door with astonishment, wondering if she was seeing things.
Why was He Zhiyao standing at her doorstep so early in the morning?
She had just gotten up for a drink of water from the kitchen when she heard the beeping of someone entering the passcode at the door.
At first, she thought she had heard wrong, but then the sound came twice more, followed by silence.
The security system of this apartment was very good; it wasn't easy for outsiders to come up.
But it was clear that someone was at the door.
Unable to curb her curiosity, Qin Shuang had gone to open it.
"You..."
As Qin Shuang spoke, she smelled the lingering scent of tobacco and alcohol on He Zhiyao, and she realized, "You're drunk?"
He Zhiyao hung his head, silently gazing at her, without a word.
