Bingwen, Hei Qian, and Feng Ran simultaneously opened their eyes. The windows, mere ordinary glass, still allowed them to see the purple streaks of lightning and silver flashes popping like fireworks outside.
"Eh? Is someone playing with fireworks this late? The New Year's already over. Does this guy not own a calendar?" Feng Ran yawned, his words laced with a casual laziness.
Bingwen stretched his legs before standing and walking toward the door. As he opened it, he was startled by the spectacle below. "Brother Lin!"
"What did you see? You're making me nervous!" Feng Ran and Hei Qian, disturbed by the urgency in Bingwen's voice, hurried to the door.
Once the two saw the situation outside, they were dumbfounded.
"How did the ant track us here?!"
Meanwhile, inside the second-floor bathroom, Yu Baoyin stared at her reflection in the mirror. She recalled the conversation she had with Nanzhi the night before.