Mu Qingrong turned on the light ahead, and the house was not large, with a two-bedroom, one-living room layout, but it was very clean inside.
Huo Pingping looked around and said, "This place doesn't seem like somewhere a sleazy man would live."
"That's hard to say, wasn't the signal strongest over here?" Mu Qingrong turned to Ye Qing and said, "Where's your mobile phone? Bring it here and let's measure where exactly that signal receiver is located."
"Yikes, what are you doing?" Huo Pingping exclaimed, "Going through someone's trash? Aren't you disgusted by it?"
At that moment, Ye Qing was rummaging through the garbage can, and seeing him like that, Mu Qingrong frowned again. She had mild obsessive-compulsive disorder regarding cleanliness. Although it wasn't severe, she still couldn't stand others being dirty.
"Ye, what are you looking for?" Fang Tingyun asked.
