When Zhao Xuan reached the third floor, he saw a hand resting on the handrail of the fourth floor. By the time Zhao Xuan reached the fourth floor, he saw the hand resting on the handrail of the fifth floor. It was not until Zhao Xuan chased up to the sixth floor, in front of the rooftop door, that he caught a glimpse of half a palm resting on the threshold of the door, which quickly retracted outside as he watched.
Is he trying to lure me to the roof?
Zhao Xuan's expression grew increasingly serious and then, he walked up the stairs leading to the rooftop.
The paint on the deep green iron door of the rooftop had slightly peeled off, revealing the dark red underneath.
Zhao Xuan kicked open the door and then threw the cigarette box from his pocket, which flew through the door and landed on the rooftop floor. Seeing this situation, Zhao Xuan frowned deeply, but he still stepped onto the stairs and as his right foot touched the stair floor, he stepped back briefly.
