Sitting on the sofa in someone else's house, Fang Qing hadn't even seen the lights come back on before she heard a terrified scream coming from the stairwell outside.
This time, she learned her lesson and didn't run outside to join the commotion. Taking advantage of the solitude, she furrowed her brows slightly and secretly rubbed her backside.
In the hallway.
Boss Jiang was standing on a stool, holding a phone in one hand to light up the area, while the other hand was preparing to close the switch. Suddenly, someone climbed up, and then, as if they'd seen a ghost, screamed in terror.
"Brother?"
It turned out to be Hong Xiaoyu.
It really was a mix-up; the family didn't even recognize each other.
"What are you doing?"
First, it was Fang Qing who fell, and now it was Hong Xiaoyu who nearly tripped.
He couldn't be blamed either.
