Is it locked?
Almost in one breath, Wen Nuan ran down from upstairs, stood in the living room, looked at the key in her hand, scoffed, threw it on the floor, and her pretty face showed a despondent expression.
She didn't even know why she locked that door. Was she afraid he would chase after her to give a deceitful explanation?
The door of the Guest Room echoed with pounding knocks, she glanced over and walked out.
"Young Madam..."
Sister Ping looked at her unsteady steps in surprise, then listened to the sounds from upstairs, her face turned a bit pale with fright, "Young Madam, what happened?"
"Nothing." Wen Nuan forced a smile, "Sister Ping, I'm going out for a walk."
Walking up to the car, she remembered she had thrown the car key in the Guest Room. She smiled bitterly at the car, under the lights, looking at the four tires, a complex feeling surged back and forth in her chest.
