Almost as soon as they heard the sound, the three of them jumped up.
Without even half a second, Lin Sanjiu turned her palm and was holding the chef’s knife as she asked sternly, “Who’s that?”
Her cold tone of her voice resonated in the darkness.
“Ah… don’t be nervous. It’s me. I am Kong Yun from downstairs,” there was a reply from the dark corridor in front of the nanny’s room. Kong Yun sounded a little tired yet quite seemingly gratified. “That’s great. So you guys have flashlights,” she said and walked toward them even without an invitation to enter the apartment.
[Flashlight? Where…]
