I'll let her have a taste of what it's like to be stabbed in the heart

Ji Mianmian nodded."Sure!"

Leng ran stretched lazily."It's getting late. Go and rest. I'm tired too. Good night."

"Good night," she said.

Ji Mianmian walked into the guest room, pulled the blanket away, removed her shoes, socks, and jacket, then lay down and turned off the lights.

After a while, Leng ran sneaked out to take a look. When the lights in the guest room went out, he heaved a sigh of relief. She should be asleep.

He took a deep breath. Ji Mianmian was really a woman of few words.

He searched the internet for a lock-picking shop nearby and took note of the number.

……

At night, Yan mingxiu stood on the tall roof of a building. The bone-chilling wind blew on his face, making it impossible for him to make any expression. His eyes were dark and cold.

He was holding a piece of white paper in his hand, on which Yan qingsi's name was signed.