The doorbell was unbearably shrill, like some kind of alarm. As soon as Sun Jian heard the sound, his face turned very ugly, filled with undisguised irritation and fear. He hadn't expected those people to come so quickly; the moment he heard the alarm, he became agitated. He didn't want to open the door, but he knew that if he didn't, the doorbell would keep ringing, and the people outside wouldn't leave unless they saw him.
Thinking of this, he cautiously glanced at Tang Yiyi, looking at her youthful face, uncertain whether she could deal with those people outside. Hesitant, he didn't know how to start speaking. Tang Yiyi noticed his reaction, but she didn't speak, just crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, giving him a meaningful smile.
