Li Si spent the entire night tossing and turning, dreaming of the scene when those two men had grabbed her. As a result, she didn't sleep well and woke up with a severe headache.
She glanced at the clock—it was already 8:30 in the morning. She yawned lazily, got out of bed, washed her face, and brushed her teeth. Sniffing the clothes she'd worn yesterday, now sitting atop the washing machine, she wrinkled her face in disgust and tossed them into the trash can. What bad luck!
Even now, the thought of it made her feel uneasy. Forget it, thinking about it only makes her headache worse!
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Li Si's heart skipped a beat. She didn't know anyone in this place—who could it be?
She tiptoed over and peeked outside through the peephole. Relieved, she exhaled; it was Leng Mochen.
"Brother Leng, just a moment!"
