Following behind her, Ning An looked at her speechlessly: "We're all adults now, and they've just been released from jail. They're definitely more aware of how to deal with people than you are."
"That's true." Zhao Yamei's panic gradually subsided as she thought about it, realizing it made sense.
Soon, the two of them arrived downstairs, and after a brief pep talk, Zhao Yamei took Ning An upstairs.
Along the way, quite a few people in the neighborhood discreetly watched Zhao Yamei and Ning An.
It wasn't anything else, but that insane neighbor was indeed too outrageous; he had once plastered Zhao Yamei's portraits all over the neighborhood.
He even bragged shamelessly that if anyone made him unhappy again, he would make sure that those who upset him would be unhappy too.
Very smoothly, the two arrived at Zhao Yamei's floor.
"Uh... what's that smell?"
Just as Ning An stepped out of the elevator, he caught a whiff of a nauseating stench.
