Zhai Jing bit her lips gently.
"No one is looking at us now."
Le Wan glared at him and said vaguely,
"If the owner of the house heard you and came out with a stick, it would be embarrassing."
"That won't happen," Zhai Jing chuckled.
"Why are you so sure?" Le Wan looked at him suspiciously.
Zhai Jing took out a key from his pocket and led her to the back door.
"I rented this place."
Le Wan was surprised.
"No, when did you do such a thing?"
The lock on the door was obviously old, with a few traces of rust on it. When the key was inserted and twisted open, there was an obvious creaking sound.
"It was just when you were talking to Second Brother."
