Leng Mei remained surprisingly calm throughout the ride, almost akin to a devoted lover following Zhang Wei's every lead.
Zhang Wei began to wonder, 'Has she come to terms with her fate, or is she simply in the dark?'
He couldn't understand why she had agreed to venture into his apartment, but he knew he couldn't let her leave empty-handed.
The mere thought of exploiting her ignorance brought a grin to Zhang Wei's lips.
He leaned down and lifted the vase, unveiling the key hidden beneath it, but his thoughts soon wandered to Yu Lei's motivations for trapping Feng Xinyue.
It wasn't until the door finally creaked open that Zhang Wei realized why that little nizi was locked inside.
As Leng Mei stepped inside, she couldn't help but think, 'Did she created this mess...?'
The TV set in front of her was shockingly destroyed, with a gaping hole in the middle.
Feng Xinyue sat sulking on the sofa, her hands clasped together and cheeks puffed out in displeasure.
