"No, it's not like that, not like that..."
The old lady's tears flowed like rivers, and Jhiang Yuan felt that it would take less than a minute for her to freeze up.
It seemed like she was somewhat mocking herself, as if all her strength had been drained from her.
"Mianmian, close the door!"
She did not wish to be utterly ruthless; in such matters, there was no clear right or wrong.
The consequence of endless mutual vengeance was that both parties were unhappy.
"Okay!"
Ye Mianmian hurriedly closed the door, and the old lady quickly came to her senses, following up by knocking on the door again, although with less force than before.
It was evident that her spirit was not the same as before.
The two went straight to the twentieth floor and were somewhat surprised to see two people in the hallway.
"Hello..."
Zhang Kaiyang awkwardly extended his hand to greet them.
This was essentially eavesdropping, albeit indirectly, but the two girls did not seem to mind.
