The apartment was large, around 150 square meters with three bedrooms and one living room. At the moment, aside from the entryway, it was pitch-black, with not a soul in sight.
'Duan Zeming isn't here? Or perhaps...'
Su Yuhan's first thought was of the inappropriate role-playing incident from before, and she instinctively tightened her grip on her bag.
Inside, besides the clothes she'd changed out of, she had pepper spray, a brick, and a small taser that Su Yuhan had splurged on just two days ago—all prepared specifically for tonight.
Too bad it seemed she wouldn't get a chance to use any of it.
Su Yuhan carried her bag and did a full sweep of the apartment, turning on every light. She still didn't see a single soul and finally confirmed that he really wasn't back yet.
Upon realizing this, Su Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief, yet she couldn't help but feel a little chagrined. 'Looks like I really did judge a gentleman by my own petty standards.'
