Outside the courtyard, a black sedan pulled up in front of villa number 23; the door opened, and a pair of legs clad in silk stockings emerged first, followed by the click of 10cm high heels on the ground.
After getting out of the car, Feng Wu walked directly into the courtyard of villa number 23. She was about to take out her phone to make a call when she caught a glimpse of a curtain trembling.
In an instant, Feng Wu recognized her—it was Wen Meimei!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Feng Wu was so angry she felt like her heart was going to fail her again; her small hand gripped her mobile phone tightly, wishing she could squeeze the phone as if it were that despicable woman and kill her with it.
Feng Wu, frustrated, tried calling the man's number again but it still went unanswered.
Just then, there was no more movement behind the curtain.
Inside the living room.
"You, you..." Wen Meimei's heart felt as if it had been fiercely stabbed by something.