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Retrieving the key, Ning Xiaofei peered with her small head into the dark entrance hall. Seeing no light, she confirmed that the other party had not yet returned, and she let out a slight sigh of relief.
Feeling too lazy to cook and having no appetite, she grabbed a packet of biscuits from the kitchen, heated up a cup of milk, and then took her laptop upstairs, snuggling into the bed in the spare bedroom to continue researching. Time waits for no one, and she had to finish preparing for the second guest as soon as possible.
Downstairs.
Mu Tianye pushed the door open, glanced around, and upon noticing Ning Xiaofei's bag slumped to one side, he casually picked it up and hung it on the rack.
On the carpet, a document had fallen. Mu Tianye picked it up casually and saw his name on it at a glance.
"Name: Mu Tianye, Age: …"
That dead girl dared to investigate him?