Su Xin snapped out of his daze.
Who would come looking for him so late?
He furrowed his brow in confusion, got up, put on his pajamas, and walked out of the bedroom.
After some thought, he decided not to bring along Finger Tiger or a gun, since his strongest asset was his superpower. If a situation arose where he needed a gun, he might as well directly use his abilities, and in such cases exposing his identity wouldn't be a concern.
He looked through the peephole.
"It's her!"
Su Xin's heart gave a sudden leap.
Outside the door stood Fang Mengzhu, her face void of its former exquisite beauty, appearing utterly dejected and depressed.
There was no time to think too much.
Su Xin hurriedly opened the door.
At the moment he saw Fang Mengzhu's tear-streaked face, he wanted to offer comfort, but realizing he caused her plight made his words feel hypocritical. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
