"Xiaoyan..." Lin Qingyuan was stunned.
After Ye Liangyan shouted that sentence, she turned and ran.
She did not stop until she reached the street, her breath quickening.
Tears still fell uncontrollably as she caught her breath, staring at the relentless traffic on the road.
After a while, she wiped away her tears and hailed a taxi.
Over half an hour later, she returned to the apartment building at Central Mansion.
This time she did not hesitate, taking the elevator directly to the twenty-eighth floor with a clear purpose.
It was not until she knocked on Mr. Jiang's door that her heart began to pound faster.
Soon, the sound of unlocking came from the door.
It was then that she realized the security door had a combination lock, and it seemed different from all the other security doors she had seen, though she couldn't quite place how. It felt more exquisite and precise.
She pushed the door open, feeling somewhat guilty.
