The sound was instantly cut off as he walked to the doorway.
He stood at the door, staring with wide eyes, one hand still outstretched, poised to knock, but now hanging in mid-air, as if frozen in place.
At this moment, the atmosphere was both awkward and strange.
Ever since Shu Jiao had scolded Ruan Jianguo last time, he had considerably restrained himself. At least he no longer treated Xiu Xi with disdain or disrespect. With some effort, life was still quite beautiful.
But now, he struggled to take deep breaths, deep breaths, and even deeper breaths!
But it was useless.
He was still about to go mad with anger, ready to explode.
His precious treasure wasn't even twelve yet, was this guy a pervert?! How could he lay his hands on his precious?
