He Qing stood carefully waiting outside the dilapidated old door, seemingly in no hurry at all.
On the other hand, Lin Lin was getting a bit impatient, having already waited for a while earlier, and now being asked to wait again caused him some irritation. He looked at the two aged brass door knockers and asked softly, "Could it be that they don't dare to open the door? I mean, Sister Ahqing, why bother knocking at all, why not just go in?"
He Qing glared at him, "I've yet to see what skills you've learned in being a decent person, yet you seem quite adept at playing the thief."
Lin Lin choked up in his chest and then felt too guilty to say anything more. In fact, when He Qing wasn't aware, the means he employed were far more excessive than these.
What he didn't know was that He Qing was also starting to feel doubtful: Could it be that the people inside really don't dare to open the door? Or could it be that they're preparing to flee?
