Xiao Xianting and Sui Yi were not innocent intruders barging in, so they quickly made a phone call.
Sui Yi heard a hoarse voice over the phone saying—The Gate is not locked, push it open yourself.
So, she went to push the door.
Creak, the door opened, but the problem was... the door was never locked.
Sui Yi glanced at the door, furrowed her brows slightly, and then looked inside the narrow, dim, low room.
This little room was on the ground floor, the floor above was full of cracks, and even somewhat tilted.
The ground floor... felt like a junkyard.
Sui Yi stuck her hands in her pockets, exchanged a glance with Xiao Xianting, and walked into the inner room.
From the stench of the street to the stench of this house, their sense of smell had long been decayed; humans are indeed instinctively bizarre creatures.
The two of them walked towards that door, Xiao Xianting always felt something was wrong, so he walked ahead and pushed the door open proactively.
