Puzzled, he turned around and saw a woman in a security guard uniform behind him, shining a tactical flashlight on him.
The flashlight's beam landed on Fang Chenyi's handsome face, and the female security guard was instantly mesmerized.
"Hey, can you please lower the flashlight? It's blinding."
Fang Chenyi had forgotten all about that—there were security patrols here at night.
'But looking at this lone female security guard,' Fang Chenyi thought, a little speechless, 'a single woman on patrol… If she actually ran into a bad guy, she'd probably become a victim herself.'
"Oh. Oh, uh, what are you doing? Are you a resident here?"
Perhaps it was because Fang Chenyi was just so handsome—as handsome as one of Youzi's own readers, in fact—that the female security guard's voice became incredibly gentle without her even realizing it.
Hoisting the woven bag in his hand, Fang Chenyi said with a helpless tone:
