He went to the door and checked the video intercom. Seeing a Chinese girl in her twenties who had come alone, he opened it.
The Chinese girl at the door stood about five-foot-four. She had a small, delicate face and was dressed provocatively, wearing just a tight blue tank top. Her hair was styled in dreadlocks with the left side of her head shaved to the scalp. Her skin was tanned to a bronze hue, and she had a black flame dragon tattoo on her arm.
She was one cool and fiery girl.
In her left hand, the girl carried a white aluminum briefcase.
Noticing Fang Zhen's gaze land on her arm, the girl simply raised it and said, "It's a temporary tattoo, not real."
"A real tattoo closes too many doors. Then you have to get it removed, which hurts, and you'll just think your younger self was an idiot."
"Heh, you're punctual," Fang Zhen said. "It's only been thirty-eight minutes since I messaged you, and you're even two minutes early."
"I'm Li Zoyi, a friend of Xia Siwei."
