You'll find out what sharp really means.

Watching the fuming Ling Xuejiu, Li Mengjie couldn't help but click her tongue, saying cheerfully, "Xue Jiu, do you really have the heart to keep them locked out?"

Ling Xuejiu huffed, "I'm so mad, let them get soaked; they deserve it." Then she flopped onto the sofa.

Li Mengjie was taken aback, pursed her lips, and knowing better than to mess with Ling Xuejiu when she was angry, decided to ignore the whole thing and grabbed the remote control to watch TV.

Suddenly, with a "click," the door opened.

"Xiao Yun, go inside and find a towel to dry off. Your clothes are soaked, you'll catch a cold." A gentle voice came in.

Ling Xuejiu and Li Mengjie both widened their eyes and looked towards the door; indeed, it was open, but no one had come in, which was quite eerie!

And just now, if that voice wasn't Leng Xuan's, whose was it?