After finishing the call with her mother, it was nearly eight o'clock.
The sound of the rain outside was diminishing. Liang Weining walked over and pushed open the partition door between the living room and the terrace. The night wind hit her face, and the air, rinsed by the rain, was much less oppressive.
Feeling empty in her stomach, Liang Weining picked up her cellphone, still planning to order some takeout.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
She felt puzzled.
Most of the occupants in this building were tenants, and very few were colleagues from the headquarters, but usually, there was hardly any interaction.
Who could it be?
The peephole was also broken, so she didn't dare open the door blindly.
Liang Weining held her breath and stood behind the door, her ear pressed quietly against the door panel, listening closely until her phone vibrated twice, receiving a message.
[Ningning.]
Just two characters, from BB-C.
Her breath caught, and Liang Weining was stunned.
