"The worst is yet to come. I'll handle your divorce smoothly. Wishing you a happy single life in advance." With that, the Counterfeit Version entered her bedroom.
It took Lyra Smith half a minute to process what had happened. By the time she went to open the door, it was locked. She banged on the door, "This is my room, what are you doing in there?"
The Counterfeit Version's voice came from inside the room, "You have the day shift, and I have the night shift. It's my resting time now. Uncle Five is so exhausting, I didn't get a good night's sleep last night."
Lyra: "..."
She stopped knocking on the door.
Standing outside, she took a deep breath and summoned all her strength to break down the door. But at the last moment, she quickly held back, muttering to herself in front of the door, "This is a theft-proof door. Am I stupid? If I break it, I'll have to pay for it myself. Damn, it's so annoying."
It was driving her insane!
