The security in the district was tight, so An Nuo was not worried even if she took off her hat and mask.
She pressed the elevator button and felt the height rise. Then, she took out the key from her pocket.
It had been more than a month since she and Murong Qiao lived separately. During this period of time, An Nuo had gradually adapted to living alone.
However, when she stood at the door and looked at the quietly closed door next door, An Nuo couldn't help but think of the awkward incident that day.
Fortunately, she was very busy, and Murong Chen was also always very busy. There were not many opportunities for the two of them to meet.
Moreover, according to An Nuo's observation, Murong Chen only came here to live a few days every month. He should be here for business trips.
"Click."
The key was inserted into the keyhole and turned gently.
