"Click," the lock actually opened. Han Shaobing and Shen Qianfan were initially stunned, followed by a round of applause, whistles, and cheers.
Yi Hui was smug, with his hand on the doorknob. He pushed the door open, placed his left hand on his chest, and made a welcoming gesture with his right hand, bowing gentlemanly, "Brother Yan, please!"
Xiao Yan's lips curled into a smile as he leisurely walked past him, "Thanks, brother."
Yi Hui straightened up and turned back to high-five Han Shaobing, Shen Qianyu, and Shen Qianfan.
After the celebration, Yi Hui rested his elbow on Meng Suizhou's shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him, "So? How's my little trick? Remember to treat me well in the future—when you marry Feng Qing, you'll rely on me to open the door!"
