No matter what, Mu Yuqi never expected to meet here tonight.
Yang Fan thought for a moment and answered her question: "I have some things to take care of."
Yang Fan didn't elaborate, and Mu Yuqi didn't ask. The two lay back-to-back on the bed with difficulty.
"Shh!" Yang Fan turned over and patted Mu Yuqi on the shoulder.
Mu Yuqi turned over with difficulty. Their eyes met, and seeing Yang Fan's serious expression, she looked puzzled.
"Someone's coming." Yang Fan mouthed the words, having sensed the approaching footsteps outside.
Only now did Mu Yuqi hear the slight noises outside and immediately held her breath.
The footsteps grew closer, and after a while, there was a knock on the door outside.
A middle-aged man on the outermost bed woke up startled by the knocking, got up to open the door, and there stood three people, looking rather unfamiliar.
"What's the matter? What's going on?" the middle-aged man asked.
