An old man's voice was heard.
"No need to ring the doorbell, Ah Che is not home, I have the key."
Then came the jingling of keys being inserted into the door lock.
"So why did he ask us to come?" a young woman's voice.
"You've never been to Ah Che's place, have you? He bought this house before he got married, blame it on that damnable..."
As he said this, Jing Dezhen was gritting his teeth, struggling to twist the door open, and pull open the security spring door, as if the door were the detestable person he spoke of.
Jing Dezhen had already opened it and walked to the entrance, not yet having changed his shoes, and continued his previous words.
"Blame that damnable bride-to-be Ji Jun..."
Before Jing Dezhen could finish his sentence, he saw Ji Junmei sitting at the dining table.
He stopped in surprise, suddenly glaring at Ji Junmei with wide angry eyes.
Ji Junmei instantly recognized that it was Jing Che's father and behind him, the rumored beauty, his sister Jing Yiren.
