Ding dong—
"Who is it!" a husky man's voice rang above the noise from the mahjong table. "San Wan!"
Ding dong ding dong—
The doorbell kept ringing. The old door opened and a forty-year-old man appeared with an irritated face. "Who are you looking for?"
"Does Xiang Wan live here?"
The man waved his hand. "I don't know who Xiang Wan is. Get out. Don't disturb me from winning money. It is unlucky for me!"
The man went to close the door.
Ming Shu reached out and blocked the door. "Xiang Wan is your stepdaughter. If you don't tell me where she is, I will call the police."
Ming Shu pressed 110 on her phone.
The man looked agitated. However, he calmed down quickly. "How would I know where the little brat is? She never comes home and only knows how to play games. I don't know where she is. She is not here."
Ming Shu's fingers moved.
The man saw that the phone screen changed.
"F**k!"
