Qiu Chi comforted him.
The old man behind them heard it, and said nothing more.
Indeed, in such a situation, no one would have thought that the girl was not actually mentally ill, nor would they have expected the things the two of them did in that villa.
Still want to run?
Still hoping that person would rescue her?
The old man, with a cold and sinister look on his face, let out a disdainful sneer...
——
Ou Mucen didn't go home. Instead, after Ying Hao sent him the address traced from the phone, he also headed towards the eastern development area of the city.
And a few minutes later, at Building 11 in this villa district, the homeowner who was cooking heard the doorbell ring: "Who is it?"
"..."
No one answered him; all that responded was the doorbell being pressed repeatedly outside.
The homeowner grew impatient, so he came over and opened the door: "Who are you? You..."
