Can I Be Uglier Than Huo Zizhen?

"Can I trouble you with something?" Su Xuanxuan raised her head and begged Duan Yanxing, "Can you please send me back to my rented apartment?"

Duan Yanxing felt that he could not refuse, so he found a wheelchair and sent Su Xuanxuan back to the door of her rented apartment. With the three iron doors, even if Xing Guan wanted to come out, he could only stay inside and be unable to rage.

"After I go in, please close the two locks outside."

The room was reinforced, so no matter how hard Xing Guan tried, he would not be able to get out.

By the time Su Xuanxuan opened the innermost door, the two locks on the outside had already been locked.

Xing Guan saw the light and wanted to go out, but he was still blocked by the iron door.

"Is there any meaning to this?"