Jinshan Villa, fourth-floor fitness room.
Leng Lingxiao was doing pull-ups, sweat streaming down in rivulets, as if every drop of blood was boiling, every muscle burning.
The room spanned roughly 200 square meters, decorated in a minimalist style. The space was entirely filled with exercise equipment, devoid of any trace of entertainment or leisure, to the point where not even a chair could be found.
Even though Leng Lingxiao's speech always carried a lazy undertone, unlike Li Zishen's chilly demeanor, belonging to that intoxicatingly wicked sort, his daily routine workouts never ceased.
Suddenly, the solid wood double doors were flung open.
Zhao Renjie came striding in with a worried expression, slowing his pace midway and eventually stopping three meters away from Leng Lingxiao.
He did not knock. This was the second time.