At first, Sheng Shushu thought she was hallucinating as she stared quietly in the direction of the door.
It wasn't until the knocking resumed that she kicked Feng Jing, who was beside her.
The man was dead to the world, collapsing no matter how she kicked him.
"Such a lightweight," Sheng Shushu muttered to herself. She wasn't even dizzy yet, and he had already passed out drunk?
She had no choice but to get up and see who was at the door.
There was surveillance at the entrance of the Pawn Shop along with facial recognition. Sheng Shushu stood in front of the screen, watching the man on the monitor as her delicate brows gradually furrowed.
Wasn't he in France? How did he suddenly show up here?
Sheng Shushu rubbed her eyes slightly, making sure she wasn't dreaming and hadn't seen wrongly.
But her movement to open the door halted.
She didn't have her cell phone with her, and as long as she kept quiet, Xiao Yu couldn't possibly know she was here.
