Ning An, who was following behind her, glanced at her speechlessly, "We're all adults here, and they actually came out of the lockup. They definitely know better than you how to deal with people."
"That's true." Zhao Yamei's flustered mind gradually calmed down, realizing this logic.
Soon, the two of them reached downstairs. Zhao Yamei gave a quick pep talk, then led Ning An upwards.
Along the way, many people in the neighborhood secretly watched Zhao Yamei and Ning An.
It's not for anything else but because that deranged neighbor was just too outrageous, having once plastered portraits of Zhao Yamei all over the neighborhood.
He even brazenly declared that if anyone upset him again, he would make those who upset him unhappy.
Smoothly, the two of them reached the floor where Zhao Yamei lived.
"Uh... what's that smell?"
As soon as Ning An stepped out of the elevator, she caught a nauseating stench.
