As night fell, a couple lay together in their rented room. Liu Fang woke up midway, feeling stifled, and got out of bed groggily. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flickering past the window, frightening her awake. She was too scared to move.
"Xiaoguang, Xiaoguang..."
Nervous and stuttering, she turned back to push her husband in bed, trying to wake him up.
But the shadow outside was faster than her, brazenly throwing open the curtains and jumping in, his cold, hard face obscured by the moonlight. The aura of blood and murder around him was unmistakable.
Liu Fang froze for a moment before stammering, "Mr. Song?!"
How could Song Yue be here? And this is the ninth floor?!
Gao Xiaoguang was shaken awake by her, and he too was taken aback upon seeing Song Yue. "Mr. Song, it's the middle of the night, what brings you here?"
Wait, what was he doing here?
Intruding in the middle of the night, breaking into their home...
