"Jiaojiao, I'm coming up." He panted heavily and comforted her with his gentlest voice.
Lin Jiao stared blankly at the man on the screen who was running up desperately.
This feeling of being protected by someone reminded her of that rainy night when he held an umbrella to protect her from the wind and rain.
She pursed her lips and saw him push open the door to the passage on the eighth floor. She didn't have time to think anymore. "Uncle, be careful."
"Okay, I'll hang up first." Pei Zhi was ready to fight, so he put his phone back into his pocket.
As he arrived, he saw a man who reeked of alcohol and was shouting for his wife as he smashed the door.
The security guards, who were a step behind, were speechless when they saw this scene.
They dragged the man away and said to Pei Zhi, "I'm really sorry. When he wakes up, we'll get him to apologize to you."
