The door to apartment 2501 was problematic; it required the key to lock properly, so if you just pulled it shut without locking, a firm twist of the handle would open it again. He Xing seemed to know this somehow.
Fu Han coughed awkwardly, "I'll call someone to change the lock later, and I'll pay for it."
He Xing's anger intensified as he felt ignored, "Fu Han, whom were you flirting with?"
"What does it have to do with you?" Fu Han retracted all expressions from her face and gave an unyielding retort.
"It has nothing to do with me?" He Xing's eyes suddenly turned colder, and he approached Fu Han with an overwhelming presence.
Although it was early autumn and the kitchen was still a bit stuffy, the temperature seemed to plummet as He Xing neared, as if she were in the midst of icy snowlands.
Nan Qing glanced at her arms, covered with fine goosebumps.
