Chen Mumu's jaw tightened, and she was about to respond when Xia Lin stepped forward. "Open up. We need to talk," she said, her voice steady but commanding.
The door creaked open slightly, revealing a disheveled man with bloodshot eyes and unkempt hair. He squinted at them suspiciously. "Who are you?"
Xia Lin smiled coldly. "Friends of Lin Yuyan. Can we come in?"
The man hesitated, his eyes darting between them. "This isn't a good time—"
Before he could finish, Xia Lin pushed the door open wider and stepped inside. "We'll make it quick," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Chen Mumu followed, her anger bubbling beneath the surface as she scanned the dingy room. It was just as rundown as the rest of the building, with torn furniture and empty bottles strewn across the floor.