These past few days, Li Molin's behavior had been exceptionally good, and Suxin gradually moved the proposal to her schedule, especially after last night's call from Mrs. Cheng, which solidified her determination to get married.
However, she planned to observe Li Molin for a few more days; if he could maintain this state, she would be very satisfied.
By the time she returned to Jinfeng Garden, it was almost one in the morning.
"Shoot, it's past midnight." Standing at the front door, Suxin felt anxious, the tenant's rules vividly flashing in her mind.
"Did this kid change the password again?"
She cautiously pressed the numbers on the keypad, "beep beep beep," six digits: 880808. While entering the digits, Suxin suddenly remembered that tomorrow was August 8th—was it that kid's birthday?
"Ding-dong, click," the door opened.
