Half an hour later, Leng Zirui's car stopped downstairs. Carrying the porridge and buns he bought as she requested, he walked briskly up the steps, entered the elevator, and quickly reached her door.
He raised his right hand and lazily knocked on the door.
After waiting for a while, there was no response.
"Dead girl, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?!"
Leng Zirui curled his lips and knocked on the door again, but still got no response.
Frowning, Leng Zirui took out his phone, dialed Xu Xia's number, and the call was quickly connected, yet no one answered.
Inside the door, in the bedroom's bathtub.
Xu Xia had her ears plugged with headphones, shaking her head and tapping to the music while trimming her nails. The music was loud, so she couldn't hear the knocking on the door; as for her phone, it was vibrating on the bedroom blanket, naturally, she couldn't hear that either.
