CLICK.
The clear sound of the door latching rang out as Wen Yu crushed the key in his hand into iron scraps.
Maybe I will never come back again?
It's not that he doesn't want to, but he can't...
This place, after all, cannot accommodate a Sequence Number 2!
Listening to the clanging sounds from upstairs, Wen Yu sat on the stairs in front of the door, lit a cigarette, and slowly began to smoke.
After a while, Xiao Xue slowly walked down the stairs, carrying some complicated instruments in her arms.
"Here, help me with this. I can't carry any more."
"Then just throw it away."
Wen Yu frowned. Instead of offering help, he simply replied to Xiao Xue.
"This is quite expensive!"
Hearing Wen Yu, Xiao Xue rolled her eyes and sat down beside him. She began to fiddle with her space ring, which was clearly more advanced than his.
Soon, a large pile of miscellaneous items filled the space in front of them.
