Yan Ziruo had been somewhat restrained during her shopping trip this time. The siblings returned to Zuimo Court just after nine in the evening.
However, the moment Yan Ziruo walked through the door, she collapsed like a dead dog, whining for her younger brother to get her some water and give her a massage.
Yan Feifan simply ignored her.
Just as Yan Feifan finished a quick wash-up and was about to head back to his room to read, he was surprised by the sound of the doorbell.
They had been living here for nearly three weeks, and this was the first time the doorbell had rung unexpectedly.
Yan Feifan checked the security monitor on the door and saw a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair, wearing a bathrobe.
The man had regular, well-defined features—a handsome older guy, you could say—but he looked completely unfamiliar. Yan Feifan didn't recognize him at all.
He opened the door and asked politely, "Hello, can I help you?"
