Following behind her, Ning An glanced at her speechlessly: "We're all adults here. They're fresh out of the slammer, they'd definitely know better how to handle people than you do."
"True." Zhao Yamei's panic slowly subsided as she realized the truth in his words.
Soon, the two of them reached the ground floor. After a brief mental preparation, Zhao Yamei led Ning An upstairs.
Along the way, quite a few people in the community discreetly watched Zhao Yamei and Ning An.
It wasn't because of anything else, but that insane neighbor was just too outrageous, once plastering portraits of Zhao Yamei all over the community.
He even brazenly declared that if anyone crossed him again, he'd make sure they had a bad time.
The two reached Zhao Yamei's floor smoothly.
"Uh... what's that smell?"
As soon as Ning An stepped out of the elevator, he caught a whiff of a nauseating stench.
