"Hahaha!" Lin Ze Guang laughed heartily at Yu Minglang's obviously unsettled back.
Sitting in the car witnessing everything, Qian's face flushed. Yu Minglang got in the car, started it up, and handed a chocolate to Qian.
"To replenish your energy."
"Get lost!"
Sounds from outside came through the open car window, and Yu Minglang felt something was not quite right.
"What's going on?" A man in pajamas came out from the residential building. He looked in his forties, slightly balding with glasses, and had a square face, resembling someone who worked in an office for a long time.
"Ah! Isn't that my wife's clothing?" the middle-aged man exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" Qian asked Yu Minglang.
"I think I heard some unusual sound just now—" Yu Minglang's car had already driven away, passing by Lin Ze Guang and the middle-aged man who came out upon hearing the sound.
