The security guard at Xiangtai Apartment saw that Lin Jie was acquainted with him, so he no longer argued with him and stepped aside.
But Zhang Yuan, who no one stopped, was either deliberately holding his elder status or something else, and he just suddenly stood there quietly, seemingly waiting for Lin Jie to take the initiative to greet him.
Seeing this, Lin Jie had no choice but to take a few more steps forward, though he couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "It'd be best if he just died; that way, Xiaoxiao would worry less, and everyone would too."
As he got closer, Zhang Yuan's face became clearer under the reflection of the light.
Lin Jie was slightly taken aback.
Zhang Yuan's face was somewhat puffy, especially his eyelids, which were quite obviously swollen, and his complexion was an unhealthy sallow color.
His somewhat long hair was very messy, and his upper body T-shirt, due to the earlier scuffle, had its collar pulled so long that half his shoulder was exposed.
