At two in the morning, in the West Suburb of Donghua, Tangchi Villa.
In the darkness masked by scattered lights, a delicate and slender figure leaped down from the wall.
"Ouch, it hurts."
As she landed, she twisted her ankle. Frowning and enduring the pain, Yu Sangwan stood up and stealthily walked inside. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she took it out to find a text message.
Wanwan, let's talk. Call me back when you see this message. From: An Zihao.
"Tch!" Yu Sangwan let out a cold laugh, her gaze dimming. She steadied herself and shoved the phone back into her pocket, continuing forward.
She carried a backpack on her shoulder and a camera in her hand, equipped like a typical paparazzo. Her foot hurt badly, making each step difficult. Unintentionally, she tilted her head up, revealing a petite and exquisite face.
