Ning An, who followed behind her, glanced at her speechlessly: "We're all adults, and they've been in the slammer before. They're definitely clearer about how to mess with people than you are."
"That's true." Zhao Yamei slowly regained her composure, thinking about it and realizing that it's indeed the case.
Soon, the two arrived downstairs, and Zhao Yamei gave Ning An a brief pep talk before heading up.
Along the way, quite a few people discreetly watched Zhao Yamei and Ning An from the neighborhood.
Not for anything else, but that crazy neighbor was just too outrageous, having once plastered posters of Zhao Yamei all over the neighborhood.
He even shamelessly declared that if anyone made him unhappy again, he would make sure those who irked him wouldn't find peace.
Effortlessly, the two reached the floor Zhao Yamei lived on.
"Uh... What's that smell?"
As soon as Ning An exited the elevator, she was hit by a stench that made her nauseous.
