Following behind her, Ning An glanced at her speechlessly: "We're all adults now, and they just came out of the cell, so they definitely know better than you how to handle people."
"That's true." Zhao Yamei calmed down gradually, thinking it indeed made sense.
Soon, the two came downstairs, and after Zhao Yamei gave Ning An a brief pep talk, they headed upstairs together.
Along the way, many people in the neighborhood secretly watched Zhao Yamei and Ning An.
It wasn't for anything else, but that crazy neighbor was truly outrageous, once plastering the neighborhood with photoshopped pictures of Zhao Yamei's face.
He even brazenly said if anyone dared upset him again, he'd make life miserable for whomever crossed him.
Smoothly, the two arrived on Zhao Yamei's floor.
"Uh... What's this smell?"
Stepping out of the elevator, Ning An was hit by a nauseating stench.
The scent was complex—body odor, foot smell, dust—and mixed with several unidentifiable aromas.
