The man's speech was gentle and refined, his words well-chosen. They indeed looked like a couple who had argued, with the worried boyfriend following after her.
Zhao Dong had no interest in getting involved in such matters. He pulled the woman away from his door and pushed her toward the man. "Take good care of your woman. Don't let her run around."
"Yes, yes, thank you, friend," the man hurriedly agreed, his face a mask of gratitude. Then, he forcefully pulled the woman by the arm and started dragging her down the hall.
As the man pulled her, a look of panic flashed across the woman's face. She didn't dare to shout again and could only cover her mouth as she stared at Zhao Dong. Her eyes first held a plea, which then turned to disappointment. In the final moment before Zhao Dong closed the door, he saw deep, profound fear in her eyes.
The instant the door clicked shut, the man's face twisted into a sinister sneer. "You bitch, you're not getting away tonight!"
