Since they lived next door, they would often see each other, naturally becoming quite familiar.
"Not long ago, a man came to your place with a key in hand. He probably wasn't a thief, but he made a lot of noise after he went in, alarming the neighbors. We thought no thief would make such a ruckus while stealing, so we didn't dare call the police with you not being around."
"Qin Yin, you should go back and check it out!"
"Thank you, Aunt Zhang. I'll go back and take a look. Goodbye."
Quickly walking to the door, she found the key from her bag, unlocked the door, and went inside. It was a simple two-bedroom apartment, at most a few dozen square meters, now in complete disarray. The sofa cushions were thrown carelessly on the floor, and the things on the coffee table were scattered everywhere.
