Wan Shaohu wreaked havoc on the balcony but found nothing of value.
He was about to head back to the bedroom when the doorbell rang in the living room.
He went to the door and peered through the peephole. Sang Ning was standing outside, staring expressionlessly at the door.
Wan Shaohu felt a chill run down his back. Sang Ning looked eerily like a vengeful ghost coming to claim lives in the dead of night. His hand trembled slightly as he opened the door. "What is it now?"
Sang Ning stepped sideways into the door to avoid disturbing the neighbors, "I just remembered, your housing complex is too high-end—I don't have access clearance. You'll have to drive me home."
What the hell, shameless!
Wan Shaohu almost wanted to point at Sang Ning's nose and curse her out.
"Sang Ning, how can you be so thick-skinned? It's the middle of the night and you won't let me get any peace. What do you take me for?" Wan Shaohu said angrily.
