"Shut up," Tang Xin rolled her eyes at her best friend in exasperation, "Like I would fall for this guy?"
At that moment, she couldn't help but take another look at the screen.
Yet in her heart, she couldn't suppress a sneer—hmm, Pigeon Fang, will you survive this time?
...
Boom, boom, boom—
A dull knocking sound came from outside the door.
A moment later, the iron door creaked open. The man who opened the door was the male owner of the apartment, around forty years old, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, clad in a retro Zhongshan suit, gentle and refined, exuding a scholarly air.
Upon seeing the visitors outside, the man was momentarily taken aback—clearly, they were government officials, dressed in suits, clutching attachés, and accompanied by a few well-composed individuals—obviously police officers.
"Who might you be?"
"Hello, no need to worry, let's just confirm," said the young government official with a smile, politely adding, "may I ask if you are Mr. Tang Sheng?"
