The night fell quickly. At two-thirty in the morning, Luo Qingli quietly opened the door. With agile movements, she dodged several surveillance cameras.
At the corner, where the cameras couldn't reach, Luo Qingli breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, Liu Zhenggang couldn't be found recently, and Luo Qingli couldn't report anything to him these past few days.
However, Luo Qingli didn't intend to tell him that Ye Qingyu was a boy. Now she was a bit nervous, her heartbeat accelerating. After finally calming down, she quickly arrived at Ye Xiangwan's bedroom door.
She had obtained the key earlier and opened the door just before the rotating surveillance cameras turned back, swiftly slipping inside.
Luo Qingli didn't dare turn on the main light, relying only on the faint beam from her flashlight to illuminate the room.
