Ning An, following behind her, glanced at her speechlessly: "We're all adults now, and they've been out of the joint, so they definitely know better than you how to handle situations."
"True." Zhao Yamei's panic gradually subsided, and she realized he had a point.
Quickly, they arrived downstairs, and after Zhao Yamei did some brief thinking, she led Ning An upstairs.
Along the way, many people in the neighborhood secretly watched Zhao Yamei and Ning An.
It wasn't because of anything else, but that crazy neighbor was really outrageous, once posting photoshopped images of Zhao Yamei all over the neighborhood.
He even brazenly said that if anyone ever made him unhappy, he'd make sure they were unhappy too.
Effortlessly, the two reached Zhao Yamei's floor.
"Uh... what's that smell?"
Ning An had just stepped out of the elevator and was hit by a nauseating stench.
The smell was a complex mix of sweat, foot odor, dust, and many unidentifiable odors combined together.
