Returning to the apartment, Leh Ying changed her clothes, dried her hair, and glanced at her dirty bag.
Art albums, books, all ruined.
Li Ting sat cross-legged on the floor, helping her dry the US dollars: "Your Chanel chain-ball bag is ruined, but no worries, the money can still be used once it's dried."
"Tingting."
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, she threw herself into Li Ting's arms, feeling a bit aggrieved: "I saw that man's face, he just cocked the gun. If... what would happen if he found out I saw his face?"
Li Ting hugged her tightly, patting her back to comfort her: "Just pretend you know nothing; they had it coming."
She obediently nodded: "Mm."
The rainy season, with thunder and lightning flashing outside the glass windows, made her anxious and a little scared. She thought she'd rather take a detour to return to the apartment in the future.
