Ning An, following behind her, glanced at her speechlessly: "We're all adults here; they even came out of the joint. They're probably more familiar with the extent of torment one can handle compared to you."
"True." Zhao Yamei gradually regained her composure, realizing that made sense.
Soon, the two of them arrived downstairs, and after Zhao Yamei gave Ning An a brief pep talk, they went upstairs together.
Throughout the way, many people in the community were secretly observing Zhao Yamei and Ning An.
It wasn't for anything else, but rather because that lunatic neighbor was simply too outrageous, having once plastered portraits of Zhao Yamei around the community.
He even brashly claimed that if anyone dared to upset him again, he'd make sure their life would be miserable.
Very smoothly, the two of them reached the floor where Zhao Yamei lived.
"Uh...what's that smell?"
As soon as Ning An got off the elevator, he was hit by a nauseating stench.
